Morning light seeped through the blinds of the safehouse, casting a muted glow over the room. Sage stirred in her bed, her breath catching as the sharp pain in her side reminded her of the bullet wound. It hurt, but it was manageable—enough to remind her she was alive.In the chair beside her, Damian slumped forward, his head resting on folded arms. His exhaustion was written all over his face: the dark circles under his eyes, the tension in his jaw, the weight of too many sleepless nights.“Damian,” she said softly, her voice a little hoarse.He jerked awake, his eyes wide as he took her in. Relief softened his expression, and he sat up straighter. “You’re awake.”“I am,” she murmured, offering him a tired smile. “But you look like you haven’t slept in days.”He shrugged, brushing off her concern. “I didn’t want to leave your side.”“You could’ve at least taken a nap,” she teased gently, though her gratitude ran deep.“I couldn’t,” he admitted. “Not after everything.”“How bad is it?
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