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I stood at Damon's door, the silence on the other side weighing heavily on me. I knocked, the sound echoing through the empty corridor. There was no answer.
"Damon, Damon," I called out, my voice tinged with concern. I knocked again, harder this time, but still nothing.
My mind raced. I knew Damon was devastated, drowning in grief after losing his mate. I couldn't just leave him. With a deep breath, I pushed the door open, the force of my worry behind it.
The sight that met me was both a relief and a heartbreak. Damon lay sprawled on the floor, a bottle of drink clutched in his hand. He was dead drunk, snoring loudly. My tension eased a bit, but pity washed over me.
Carefully, I pried the bottle from his fingers and placed it on the table. Damon stirred slightly, mumbli
