“Some choices are never really yours… until someone dares to hand them to you.”
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Katrina ‘s Pov
The night wrapped around me like a silken noose as I stepped out of the car.
The heels I had painstakingly chosen clicked against the marble entry, each step echoing in the cavernous, near-empty lobby of the high-rise Damon had summoned me to.
My skin prickled with every shadow, every whisper of movement, every scent of expensive perfume that hung in the air like a warning.
Damon’s presence had already settled in my chest long before I saw him, an invisible weight, as if his eyes were tracing every line of my body, marking every vulnerable point. I hated how aware I was of his control. How much I wanted to fight it—and how much I feared doing so.
I barely passed the revolving doors whe
