18
Damon’s pov
The clang of steel carried across the courtyard, sharp and unrelenting. I stood in the shadows of the archway, unseen, the hood of my cloak pulled low. From here, I could watch her without her knowing. I told myself it was a strategy, measuring her progress, assessing her limits. But ev...
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