Talia Pov
I woke up to the dull ache in my body, a reminder of everything that had happened. The sheets were soft, but they didn’t belong to me. This wasn’t my home. It never would be.
Damon had rejected me. That much was clear. Yet, despite his cruel words, he had still brought me back, had still made sure I was taken care of. But why? Out of pity? The thought sent a sharp pain through my chest.
I couldn’t stay here.
Pushing back the covers, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Every movement sent a fresh wave of pain through me, but I gritted my teeth and forced myself to stand. I needed to leave before Damon decided he had had enough of playing the reluctant savior.
As I reached for the door, it swung open, and Logan stood there, his expression unreadable.
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