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AUTHOR’S POV
The silence between them was suffocating, heavy with tension, unspoken words, and decades of rivalry that now seemed trivial compared to what Vincein had just revealed.
Damon felt the weight of the words pressing against his chest, suffocating him, filling his veins with fire and ice at the same time.
His hands clenched into fists, the nails digging into his palms as he forced himself to remain still, but it was difficult—too difficult.
Sloane.
His Sloane.
The same woman who had smiled at him with warmth, who had looked at him with eyes that held a silent strength, who had carried herself with quiet grace despite whatever storms she had faced.
He had always known there was something in her past, something dark that she never spoke about, but he had never ima
