WHERE WAR BEGINS
Chapter 34 The next day, Elena sat in the corner of Damian’s office; her book open but unread. The words blurred together, swallowed by the weight in the air. She hated it. Hated feeling small, hunted, trapped. The Elena she remembered—the woman who had once fought tooth and nail to be independent—would have raged against this prison. But this Elena… this Elena had Damian’s scent on her skin and his fire in her veins, and it terrified her how much she needed him. Marco entered quietly; his presence heavy. He placed a folder on Damian’s desk. “We traced the blood,” he said. Elena’s head jerked up, her chest tightening. Blood. The rose. Damian leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he flipped open the folder. Inside were photographs, lab reports, and strings of numbers she couldn
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