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    Her breath hitched as guilt rushed through her like ice water.


    She lowered her gaze, unable to meet his.


    It was obvious—Dn already knew about her and Morse.


    Biting her lip, she reached out and sped Morse’s hand tightly, summoning her courage. “Dn, we’re together now. I want your blessing.”


    It was better to tear off the bandage than let it sting any longer. In this life, she had made up her mind—she would belong to no one but Morse.


    To be honest, Dn had seen thising from a mile away. The signs hadn’t been subtle. They’d been circling each other like two mas, pretending not to feel the pull.


    It was inevitable. If Dn had wanted to stop it, he would’ve pulled Morse aside months ago and told him to back off. But he hadn’t.


    Morse was solid. Loyal. The kind of guy who’d take a bullet for Chloe and still apologize for bleeding on her carpet.


    What threw Dn off was Chloe. She didn’t tiptoe—she dove in headfirst, without hesitation.


    She’d been overseas, and whatever she’d walked through had carved out a new version of her—bolder, sharper, unafraid. A part of him was proud. She’d found her voice, and Morse had her back. That was good. That was solid.


    But still… he couldn’t let them waltz off into the sunset without a little turbulence. That wasn’t how Dn operated.


    If he didn’t stir the pot, Chloe would be back on his case about cklisting Christina. And he wasn’t ready for that fight. He needed a distraction—something messy enough to keep her out of his business.


    Dn’s expression shifted. His eyes sharpened, cutting through the room like des.


    The look he gave Morse wasn’t friendly. It was a warning, wrapped in steel.


    “I don’t ept this.” His words hit like a bucket of ice water, dousing thest flicker of hope in Chloe’s chest.


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    She’d braced for resistance, but not like this. Not from Dn. Not this brutal.


    Until now, she’d clung to a sliver of hope. Dn had just crushed it.


    Her eyes welled up fast, tears trembling at the edges, ready to spill.


    Morse watched her beginning to break, and it felt like a punch to the chest. Her lips trembled, and it wrecked him.


    He reached up, gently patting her head, then locked eyes with Dn—no fear, no flinch.


    “This is on me,” Morse said, voice steady. “Don’t punish Chloe for my choice. If you’re angry, take it out on me. Hit me if you need to.”


    He gripped Chloe’s hand tighter, as if anchoring her to him. He had promised to face this with her, and he wasn’t about to bail now. He was willing to pay any price to stay by her side.


    “You are my friend, and now you want to date my sister?” Dn snarled, suddenly lunging forward and grabbing a fistful of Morse’s cor.


    Raw, uncontrolled fury twisted Dn’s features. He looked like he’dpletely lost it. “Morse! You’ve got some serious guts! I actually thought I could trust you, you backstabber!”


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