Where Darkness Learned Breath by Rylor Dusk 93

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Aria pov 

A few days later i stood in front of my closet, staring at the emerald green gown I’d bought specifically for tonight. The silk was cool under my fingertips when I touched it, it was stunning and elegant and showed just enough skin to be interesting without being scandalous. The kind of 

dress that made men look twice. 

“Mama, you look like a princess!” Noah appeared in my doorway, his eyes wide. His hair was still messy from playing while he had a juice stain on his shirt. 

“Thank you, baby.” I smoothed down the silk, clinging to my curves. “You think so?” 

“The prettiest princess.” He nodded seriously. “Right, Daddy?” 

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I turned to find Damien standing behind Noah. His expression was frozen. His hands gripped the doorframe so tight his knuckles had gone white. 

“You look” His voice was hoarse.“You look 

beautiful.” 

“Thank you.” I reached for my earrings, my hands trembled slightly as I fastened them. 

“Lucas is a lucky man.” The words sounded like they were being dragged from him. 

“It’s just business.” But my throat felt tight saying it. 

“Right.” He didn’t believe me, I could see it in his eyes. “Just business.” 

My phone buzzed against the dresser. The 

vibration loud in the sudden silence. 

Outside, take your time. 

“He’s here.” I grabbed my clutch. The leather was 

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soft and warm from sitting in the light. I checked my reflection one last time. Red lipstick, my hair curled and pinned up. The emerald dress catching every bit of light. 

“Aria.” Damien caught my arm as I moved past him. His fingers were hot against my skin. “If you need anything–anything at all–call me. I’ll be there in five minutes.” 

“I’ll be fine.” 

“I mean it.” His grip tightened, i could feel each finger pressing into my skin. “If Marcus shows up, if anything feels wrong-” 

“I’ll call.” I softened. “I promise.” 

He released me slowly. His fingers dragged across my skin as he let go. I felt their absence 

immediately, the cold rush of air where his 

warmth had been. 

“Have fun,” he said, his jaw was clenched so tight I 

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could see the muscle jumping. 

“I will.” I kissed Noah’s head.“Be good for Daddy.” 

“Always am!” Noah grinned. 

I left before I could change my mind. My heels clicked on the marble floor as each step echoed in the hallway. Lucas waited by his car. The night air was cool against my bare shoulders. I could hear traffic in the distance, the rustle of wind through trees. He looked impeccable in a tuxedo, his cologne hit me when I got closer–expensive 

but unfamiliar. 

“Wow.” He whistled low. “You’re going to break hearts tonight.” 

“Just one, hopefully,” I muttered. 

“What?” 

“Nothing.” I took his offered arm. “Let’s go.” 

As we drove away, I looked back at the penthouse. 

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The leather seat was cold beneath my thighs. Damien stood at the window. Silhouetted by light. Watching us leave. Even from here, I could feel the intensity of his gaze. 

My phone buzzed in my clutch, the vibration soft against my hip. 

You look like everything I’ve ever wanted and 

can’t have. 

I stared at the message. My heart was racing i could feel my pulse in my throat. In my fingertips where they gripped the phone. 

Another text came through. 

But I’m not giving up. I’ll wait as long as it takes. 

And then a third. 

Even if it kills me. 

I turned off my phone as the screen went black. I settled back in my seat. The guilt twisted in my 

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stomach. 

“Are you okay?” Lucas glanced over. “You look 

tense.” 

“Fine.” I forced a smile but my cheeks ached from holding it. “Just nervous about the event.” 

“Don’t be, you’re going to be the most stunning woman there. They won’t know what hit them.* 

The gala was being held at the Bellamy Hotel One of the most exclusive venues in the city, we pulled up to valet parking. Camera flashes exploded like lightning. Bright and blinding as I blinked away the spots in my vision. 

“Ms. Monroe! Over here!” 

“Lucas! Who’s your date?” 

“Are you two together?” 

I smiled for the cameras, the flashes were hot on my face. Posing briefly before Lucas guided me 

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inside. 

The ballroom was magnificent, chandeliers threw rainbow prisms across white tablecloths. The air was thick with perfume and the sweet smell of roses. Hundreds of them. White and pink and cream. Their scent was almost overwhelming. The city’s elite mingled with champagne glasses. Their laughter filled the air, high and bright and 

fake. 

“Shall we?” Lucas offered his arm. 

We made our way through the crowd,the floor was marble. Slippery under my heels that I had to concentrate on each step. Lucas introduced me 

to everyone. 

Instead, I kept thinking about Damien at home with Noah. About the look in his eyes when I’d left. Like I was taking something vital when I walked out that door. About his texts burning a hole in my clutch. 

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“Aria Monroe.” A familiar voice made me turn. 

Sophia Clarke stood there in a red dress. Her perfume hit me, all heavy and cloying, her smile was venomous. “How lovely to see you.” 

“Sophia.” I kept my voice neutral but my fingers tightened around my clutch until the leather creaked. “This is Lucas Hayes.” 

“I know who he is.” She looked Lucas up and down but her eyes were cold. “Everyone knows Lucas Hayes. The question is, does he know what he’s gotten himself into?” 

“Excuse me?” Lucas frowned. 

“Aria didn’t tell you?” Sophia’s laugh was cruel. “She has a tendency to trap men. First Damien, now you though I suppose at least you know about the child.” 

“That’s enough.” I stepped forward but my heart was pounding. I could feel it in my ears. “Lucas, 

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would you excuse us?” 

“Aria” 

“Please.” 

He hesitated but I could see the question in his eyes. Then he nodded. “I’ll get us drinks.” 

Once he was gone, I turned to Sophia. “Stay away from me.” 

“Or what?” She moved closer. “You’ll have me arrested? Please. I have lawyers who eat restraining orders for breakfast.” 

“What do you want?” 

“For you to suffer.” Her smile widened.“For you to lose everything you care about, starting with 

Damien.” 

“Damien doesn’t want you.” 

“Are you sure?” She pulled out her phone, the screen was too bright in the dim lighting. 

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Showing me a photo. “Because he seemed pretty interested few weeks ago.” 

The photo showed Damien and Sophia at a restaurant. His hand on her arm, the image made my stomach drop. It made bile rise in my throat. 

“Context is everything,” Sophia purred. “He was just being friendly but the tabloids won’t see it that way, will they?” 

“You’re pathetic.” 

“I’m determined.” She pocketed her phone. “And unlike you, I don’t give up. Enjoy your evening with Lucas. I’ll be spending mine planning how to get Damien back.” 

She walked away as her heels clicked on the marble. Each step is sharp and precise. Leaving me shaking with rage, my hands were trembling and my skin felt too hot. 

My phone buzzed in my clutch as I pulled it out. 

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Twenty texts from Damien. I scrolled through them. Each one more desperate than the last. A smile tugged at my lips despite my anger at Sophia. Despite the photo burning in my mind. 

He was worried. Jealous. Losing his mind at home while I was here. Good, let him suffer a little. 

My fingers moved across the screen. The glass was warm from being in my clutch. 

Having a wonderful time. Lucas is very attentive. 

His response was immediate. The phone buzzed in my hand. 

That’s great. Really great. Totally fine with that. 

Are you though? 

No. I’m dying. Every minute you’re gone is 

torture. 

Good. 

Good? 

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ENTE 

Yes. Now you know how I felt for years. 

A longer pause. I could picture him pacing, 

running his hands through his hair until it stood up. His jaw clenched so tight it must hurt. 

I deserve that. 

You deserve worse. 

I know. But Aria–please come home soon. I miss 

you. Noah misses you. 

Noah’s should be asleep. 

Fine, I miss you. Is that what you want to hear? 

I smiled at my phone, the screen light made my face feel warm. 

Maybe. 

“Aria?” Lucas returned with two champagne glasses, the crystal caught the light, throwing tiny rainbows. “Is everything okay?” 

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I tucked my phone away, the clutch snapped shut 

with a soft click. “Perfect.” 

“Liar.” He handed me a glass, the champagne was cold and fizzy against my lips when I sipped it. “But I won’t push. Come on, dinner’s starting.” 

The meal was exquisite, the plates were hot when 

the waiters set them down. Steam rose from 

perfectly cooked beef, the sauce was rich and buttery on my tongue. The conversation flowed around me. Lucas was charming, making 

everyone at the table laugh with stories about his early business days. 

But my phone kept buzzing against my thigh through the clutch. And I kept checking it. My fingers itched every time I felt the vibration. 

Each text from Damien more desperate than the last. 

What are you doing now? 

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Is he making you laugh? 

I hate this. I hate that he gets to be with you and I’m stuck here. 

Call me when you are less busy even if it’s late. I need to hear your voice. 

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