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Damian's POV My patience wore thin as Danielle's words echoed in the room, a declaration of independence laced with the sting of betrayal. I had given her back her humanity, the very essence she yearned for, and yet, the gratitude I expected remained elusive. "Leaving so soon, Danielle?" I quipped, the sarcasm in my tone an attempt to conceal the pulsating anger within. "To what end? You killed Tyler, remember? There's no sanctuary for you there." Her gaze wavered, a fleeting vulnerability that clawed at the armor I wore. The mention of Tyler, a wound freshly reopened, cast a shadow over her resolve. For a moment, I glimpsed the turmoil within her, the conflict that threatened to shatter the facade she presented.The reminder of Tyler's demise lingered in the air like an unspoken verdict