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Chapter Fourteen “So dark,” Penny whispers, staring ahead. Every single light in the guest bedroom is on, including a lamp on the bedside table and a small chandelier overhead. There’s also a night-light plugged into the wall, its tiny light barely adding to the blaze. None of it seems to penetrate her mind. “Shh.” I smooth back her hair. “Don’t try to figure it out right now. Rest.” I never thought of myself as a nurturing person. I always assumed that when I had a child, the instinct would be gifted to me, some kind of biological imperative. Maybe Justin and I would have gotten a puppy to practice, something purebred with a glossy coat. “Sleep now,” I whisper, stroking her hair. Whatever the reason, Penny seems to have taken to me. She goes completely silent whenever Damon comes ne