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Chapter 80 – “The Map of Memories”
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Damien’s eyes flicked down to the freshly signed contract, then back to me. His smirk? Gone. His usual cool, unreadable expression? Nowhere to be found. What was left? Obsession. Raw, unfiltered, dangerous obsession. He lifted the contract, scanned my signature, and then, in one slow, deliberate movement, set it down on the table. His fingers tapped against the paper—once, twice—before he leaned forward, eyes locked onto mine. "Now," he said, voice dropping into something dark and undeniably possessive, "seal it." I frowned. "What?" He tilted his head slightly, eyes gleaming. Like he was amused. Like he had been waiting for this moment. "A contract isn't official until it's sealed, Sofia." His voice was all silk and sin. "So kiss me." I blinked. "Excuse me?" His jaw tightened. "Kiss me," he repeated. "Or do you need me to spell it out for you?" Oh. Oh, this man was not playing. I should have hesitated. Should have thought about what I was doing. But the way he was looking a
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Morning rolled in like a slow burn—soft golden light spilling through the massive windows, warming the silk sheets tangled around my legs. My body ached in the best way possible, a deep, satisfied soreness that had me sinking further into the mattress. And the craziest part? I didn’t regret a damn thing. Not the way I let myself get lost in him. Not the way I let him take whatever he wanted, knowing full well I wanted it just as much. A slow stretch had me brushing against something solid, warm—him. Damien was still there, lying beside me like he owned the place (which, to be fair, he did). One arm tucked behind his head, the other resting low on my hip, fingers just barely tracing circles against my skin like he wasn’t ready to stop touching me. His dark eyes were already on me, heavy-lidded, unreadable, like he’d been awake long enough to just watch. "Morning," he murmured, voice all rough and slow, like he was still tasting last night. I turned my head, pulse kicking up at th
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The room was silent except for the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears. My breathing was uneven, my chest tight, my fingers curled so hard into the sheets that my knuckles turned white. Damien didn’t move. He just sat there, watching me with those glowing golden eyes, his body unnaturally still. Not human. "I—" My voice cracked. I swallowed hard. "This—this isn’t real." "Sofia—" "No," I cut him off, shaking my head violently. "No, this is insane. You’re insane. People don’t just—just turn into—" My words failed me as I glanced down at his hands. Claws. Actual claws. My stomach turned. I scrambled off the bed so fast I nearly tripped, putting as much distance between us as possible. "You—" My breath hitched. "Stay back." Damien flinched. His expression flickered, something raw flashing across his face before he masked it. "I’m not going to hurt you," he said, his voice lower now, gentler. I shook my head again, backing up until I hit the bedroom wall. "You—You should’ve told me,
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