Elena's POV
"You should sleep."
Damian's voice rumbled low against my hair, though neither of us moved from where we sat tangled together on the couch, the fire long since burned down to nothing but a faint orange glow in the grate. "You've been awake as long as I have."
"I don't think I can. Not yet." I shifted slightly, enough to look up at him, and found him watching me with an expression I hadn't seen before, stripped raw of every careful composure he usually maintained. "Every time I close my eyes I just see them standing outside my building."
"I know." His hand moved slowly against my back, an absent, soothing gesture that did more to settle my nerves than any words could have. "I keep seeing it too. Different version, maybe. Worse, in my head, than what actually happened."
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