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CHAPTER 82 — WHEN RESTRAINT SHATTERS The night was heavy with a storm outside, rain streaking the tall windows of the Westwood estate. The wind howled against the walls, rattling panes, as if the world itself was aware of the tension inside. Sienna stood in the library, overlooking the city below, her fingers tracing the edge of the table absentmindedly. The storm outside mirrored the turmoil inside her. Every instinct screamed caution, but every heartbeat pulsed with the echo of Damien’s presence, lingering in her thoughts, in her space, in her life. She felt him before she saw him—Damien, standing just behind her, hands in his pockets, shoulders tense. His eyes, dark and unreadable, fixed on her with a weight she could feel on her skin. He didn’t speak immediately. He didn’t need to.
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