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Damian was hired to protect me. Cold, dangerous, and built like a lethal weapon, he keeps me locked in his safehouse. He told me not to look at him. He told me to stay in my room. But trapped in the dark with rain pounding the glass, every brush of his hands and the heat of his breath makes it terrifyingly clear: the real danger isn't outside my door—it's standing right in front of me.