CHAPTER SIX - FIRE AND GLASS
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The week blurred into a rhythm Amara hadn’t chosen.
Everywhere she went, Damien was there.
Not just in the office, where his presence commanded every corner, but outside it too—on the street when she grabbed coffee, near the bookstore she thought no one knew she loved, even once, waiting by the subway as if he’d been guarding her all along.
She told herself it was coincidence. She told herself not to look at him the way she did.
But when their eyes met, she burned.
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Tonight, he cornered her again. Not in a boardroom, not in an elevator, but on the quiet balcony outside a company gala.
The city sprawled beneath them, glittering. The music and laughter from inside felt miles away.
“You don’t belong in there,” Damien murmured, stepping closer. His tuxedo caught the starlight, but his gaze was darker than the sky.
Her pulse jumped. “And you do?”
“I belong wherever you are.”
The words sank into her like a slow poison. Part of her wanted to recoil, to demand answers—but another part, the reckless one, leaned into the heat of his nearness.
His hand brushed hers on the railing. Just a ghost of contact, but it shot fire through her veins. She hated herself for not pulling away.
“You’re insane,” she whispered, though her voice trembled more with desire than fear.
He smiled—soft, dangerous. “Maybe. But insanity is just devotion without restraint.”
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For one suspended moment, she let herself feel it—the magnetic pull, the craving that terrified her as much as it thrilled. His lips hovered close, his breath warm against her skin.
But then—
“Amara.”
Her name, spoken like he’d said it a thousand times before. Too familiar. Too knowing.
Her chest tightened. She stepped back. “Stop… stop talking like you know me.”
Damien’s eyes flickered, something unguarded breaking through the mask. Pain? Longing?
“Maybe one day you’ll remember,” he said quietly.
Before she could ask what he meant, he turned and walked back into the gala, leaving her trembling against the night.
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Amara gripped the railing, her heart a storm. She didn’t know what scared her more—his secrets, or the part of her that wanted to fall into them.
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