Mira POV
I wiped the sweat from my forehead, smudging soot onto my skin as I handed Damien another tool.
The air in the workshop was thick with heat, the scent of burning metal mixing with oil and dust. My muscles ached from bending and lifting, but I didn’t mind.
Strangely enough, I enjoyed this—watching Damien work, seeing how his hands moved with precise intent, as if he were shaping something far greater than just a tool.
He was brilliant, there was no denying that.
“You don’t usually have someone helping you with all this, do you?” I asked, glancing around at the organized chaos of blueprints, gears, and half-finished contraptions scattered across the workbenches.
Damien barely glanced up as he adjusted a clamp on the metal piece he was working on. “No. I work alone.”
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