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Chapter 72 Want to Play Twenty Questions?

Lya's POV:

I lay on the sofa in Damian's suite, wrapped in his gray t-shirt that smelled of pine and earth. My mind refused to quiet despite my exhaustion.

The crescent mark on my neck tingled subtly, responding to my turbulent emotions. Across the room, Damian's steady breathing told me he was alre...