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CHAPTER 93 — BLOOD RUNS THICKER THAN WATER When Damien came back to the room, he didn’t look angry. That would’ve been easier. Anger was loud. Predictable. Manageable. This was something else. Quieter. ⸻ Sienna was still sitting where he’d left her, though she’d taken off her shoes now. They were placed neatly by the bed, like the small order might somehow steady the chaos underneath everything. She looked up when he entered. And she knew immediately. Something had shifted. ⸻ He closed the door behind him, slower this time. No sharp movements. No slammed wood. Just the soft click of the lock. ⸻ “You told her,” Sienna said. It wasn’t really a question. ⸻ “Yes.” He didn’t lie. He didn’t soften it. ⸻ Her chest tightened. “How bad?” ⸻ He didn’t answer right away. He
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