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CHAPTER 92 — BLOOD DOESN’T MEAN SAFE Damien didn’t knock. He never did when it mattered. ⸻ Isabelle’s door was slightly open when he got there. Soft light spilling into the hallway. The faint sound of pages turning. Normal. Calm. Like the house wasn’t quietly unraveling. ⸻ He pushed the door open anyway. ⸻ She was sitting by the window. One leg folded under her, a book resting loosely in her hands. She looked up when he entered. And in that split second, something passed across her face. Not surprise. Recognition. Like she had been expecting this. ⸻ “You’re late,” she said lightly, closing the book. Too lightly. Too normal. ⸻ Damien shut the door behind him. Locked it. The soft click echoed louder than it should have. ⸻ “Don’t,” she said quietly. Not nervous.
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