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Chapter 115 — Bloodlines and Ghosts

I sat beside Damian on the window seat, the fire crackling softly in the hearth behind us. His hand was warm in mine, his thumb moving in slow, steady circles over my knuckles. The air between us was heavy, not with tension, but with something deeper—unspoken weight.

“I thought I lost you,” I w...