Chapter 8

  ~DAMIEN~

  The moment we step inside the house, the warmth hits me, but nothing melts the ice I've wrapped around myself.

  I can't look at her. If I do, I'll break again.

  I throw my coat onto the hanger too hard, jaw tight, fingers still stained with her scent.

  I scrub my hand down my face, b...

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