Chapter 22 Horace

THIRD PERSON’S POV.

Damian woke to an empty bed.

For a moment he lay still, staring at the ceiling, trying to piece together the night. The sheets beside him were cool, she’d been gone for a while. His jaw tightened as he checked the time.

7:14 a.m.

A hollow ache twisted in his chest.

Maybe he’...

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