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AUTHOR’S POV
Sloane’s eyes fluttered open, the haze of sleep still clouding her senses. As her vision slowly adjusted to the soft, muted light of the penthouse, she blinked several times, her mind trying to piece together the fragments of reality.
The surroundings weren’t familiar, and a knot tightened in her stomach as she realized—this wasn’t her room. It was Damon’s penthouse.
The luxurious setting was a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded the night before. The modern decor, the pristine furniture, and the faint scent of expensive cologne in the air only made the unease in her chest grow.
She was here—where exactly here was, she wasn’t sure—but she wasn’t alone. Damon’s presence lingered in the air, heavy and undeniable, and as the memories of the night before
