Chapter ThreeI sat in my small cold room, my fists clenched into my lap. The air felt thick and stifling, weighing upon me, as I tried to steady my breathing. I had promised myself that I was not going to cry, but here I was on the brink of it, rummaging through my mind for how I had gotten so deeply entrenched in this world. I didn't want to be here; I didn't belong here.A soft knock on the door startled me, and I hurriedly rubbed my eyes, steeled myself. The door creaked open, and a tall figure stepped inside. He was young, his face expressionless, yet his eyes held a faint glimmer of kindness I hadn't seen in anyone here. His name was Alex, one of Damian's men-or at least, that was my assumption.He cleared his throat; his eyes, upon meeting mine, were inscrutable. "He wants to see you," he said, softer than I had expected.I nodded, my stomach lurching at the idea of going into Damian's presence again. I shifted to stand, but my legs were like lead. I tried to conceal the trembl
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