LILA'S POV
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His chest rose and fell against my cheek, steady and calm, and I didnât want to move.
But then he pulled back just enough to look at me, his dark eyes searching my face like I was some kind of treasure.
âCome,â Darius said softly. âYou donât belong in here anymore.â
I nodded without even thinking. The idea of staying in that room suddenly felt wrong, like a nightmare I didnât want to remember.
He reached behind me and unlatched the heavy door. The click of the lock echoed in the quiet. Then the door creaked open, letting in a slice of dim hallway light.
I hesitated only for a second. His hand slid down to mine, warm and firm. He tugged gently.
I followed.
The hall was colder than the room, smelling faintly of pine oil and stone. Two guards stood just a few steps away
