Gone. She was actually gone. My heart was tearing into two inside my chest, ripping brutally in different directions. My breath sawed out of me, louder and raspier than normal. Maybe I was dying. Maybe Ophelia had condemned me to death when she walked out of my life. She’d been my sunshine, and she’d taken it with her. I deserved it. Damen was right. I should have done more. Should have reassured her somehow, communicated with her in a way that didn’t involve burying my cock inside her.
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