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I should find it naive. Pathetic, even. I do find it pathetic.

And yet I can’t look away from that fire in her eyes. I want to extinguish it—to show her how the world really works. But the thought of seeing that light go out…

It bothers me. It shouldn’t, but it does.

What the fuck is happening to me?

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Ava

My breath catches the moment I step into my new room.

The floors are smooth polished stone with veins of soft cream and gray. A chandelier hangs above, scattering light in a thousand dancing fragments.

The bed—no, the king of beds—is massive. The canopy is draped in gauzy fabric that catches every bit of light. It looks like something out of a fairy tale.

There’s a book nook carved into the far wall with a window seat and built-in shelves already stacked with hardcovers.

And then there’s the desk—a huge antique with tons of tiny drawers and cubbies to keep my schoolwork organized. I can already picture my highlighters spread across it.

The Bösendorfer sits in the corner, polished to a mirror sheen. The same one I played that night in the conservatory.

Everything fits my taste exactly. This room was made for me.

He designed it this way.

I sit on the edge of the bed, the plush mattress sinking under my weight. My fingertips trace the embroidery on the comforter as I stare at the ocean.

I don’t know how to feel. I love this room, and naturally, there’s guilt that comes with that.

But also…

It’s not my fault. I didn’t ask for any of this.

A knock at the door makes me jump. Damian steps inside and leans against the doorframe. His smirk radiates smugness, but somehow, I don’t hate it. “How do you like your room?”

I can’t tell him I adore it. He already knows.

He’s a better manipulator than I gave him credit for.

I raise my chin. “It’s fine. I wish the desk was closer to the balcony so I can get some fresh air while I work.”

He laughs softly. “I’ll have that taken care of, princess.”

Princess.

Better than little doll, I guess.

“Get your swimsuit on,” he commands.

I blink. “What?”

“I’m taking you swimming.” His jaw clenches. “The saltwater will be good for your face.”

I shake my head. “It’ll be too cold. The pool isn’t heated. I checked.”

“I know my own house, Ava. There’s an indoor pool.”

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