Chapter 38 Lyla's Rage

The early morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a faint glow on the room. Aria woke up, disoriented for a moment, then remembered where she was. Damian’s arm was still draped over her waist, his body warm and solid against hers. She paused, trying not to disturb him as she sat up carefully, the silk of his robe rustling against her skin. For a brief second, she allowed herself to savor the warmth, the illusion of closeness. But she shook her head. This means nothing. This doesn’t change anything between us.