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AUTHOR’S POV
The walls of her room felt like they were closing in, suffocating her, trapping her in a spiral of pain and confusion. Sloane couldn’t stay there any longer.
Her hands trembled as she pushed herself up from the floor, her legs weak and unsteady beneath her. She didn’t care.
She wasn’t going to sit there and drown in her misery while Damon acted as if she no longer existed.
Her breaths came out in sharp, shallow bursts as she stormed toward the door, yanking it open with enough force to make it slam against the wall.
The sound echoed through the hallway, and within seconds, the maids who had been stationed outside looked up in alarm.
“Miss Sloane—” one of them started hesitantly, stepping forward as if to stop her.
But Sloane didn’t stop.
She stormed down th
