Winter’s POV
The next few days feel like a blur of uncertainty. Damon’s presence in our home has become a constant, but instead of bringing comfort, it only heightens the tension. It’s like I’m walking around in a fog, unsure of whether I’m doing the right thing, unsure of whether I’m ready for this kind of closeness, for the possibility of letting him be a part of our lives—truly a part of it.
I want to believe that things can work. I want to believe in the connection that’s slowly building between Damon and Kai. But there’s always a shadow lurking, a reminder that I’m not the only one involved in this.
Sienna’s manipulations are never far from my mind, even if I haven’t heard from her in a few days. The silence doesn’t comfort me; it only makes me wonder when she’ll strike next.
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