Rylan's POVAs I approached the room, I pushed the door open. The air inside smelled of fresh wood and the faint scent of the herbs they used for cleaning the tub. It was calm, peaceful. Yet something about the space felt wrong.I stepped inside, eyes scanning the room. At first, I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Then my gaze landed on Damian.He was standing near the tub, as if he had been waiting. His back was to me, but I knew he must have heard the door open.“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice steady but with a sharp edge to it.Damian turned slowly, a smug look on his face. “I came to speak with Lyra,” he said, his voice cool, almost casual.I felt a flash of anger. It wasn’t just because he was here; it was the way he said it, as if he had some right to be in this place, as if he had some claim to her. The thought of him being near her, of him thinking he could just walk in and talk to her whenever he wanted, made my blood boil.“Speak with her?” I repeated, t
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