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Chapter 13: To Dine With The Lords
Zora’s POV Filled with shame for allowing Damon to do that to me and hating myself for enjoying it, I rushed to the bathroom, the water's scalding touch mirroring the turmoil within. My fingers scrubbed at my skin almost desperately, as if I could wash away the memories that clung to me like a stain. "Stupid, stupid," I whispered to myself, my voice echoing in the confined space. My fingers dug into my skin, as if I could physically scrub away the shame that had wrapped its tendrils around my consciousness. The water mixing with my tears was a bitter reminder of my own weakness. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to cleanse myself of the conflicting emotions that threatened to drown me. Minutes stretched into eternity as I stood there, locked in a battle between self-loathi
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