Chapter 33 CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Damian’s POV

The city never truly slept. From the thirty-seventh floor, it pulsed like a living thing, windows glowing, horns echoing faintly through the fog. But even from this height, I could hear the storm’s leftovers, the slow drip of rain from the balcony railing. The night felt heavy, as thou...

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