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AUTHOR’S POV
Sloane took a deep breath, feeling as if the walls were closing in on her. She had no idea what to do.
The atmosphere was so intense that she could barely breathe.
Vincein’s eyes were locked onto her, waiting for her answer. Damon stood firm, his gaze burning into her, silently urging her to stay.
Aiden looked conflicted but expectant, as if hoping she would choose logic over chaos.
She glanced at Vivian, silently pleading for help.
Vivian, ever perceptive, instantly understood that Sloane was in deep trouble. A decision had to be made, and no matter what, someone would get hurt. And that was the last thing Vivian wanted.
Her mind raced.
And then—she acted.
Vivian suddenly placed her hand on her chest, her face twisting in pain. She gasped loudly, staggeri
