How is he still alive?

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Finally, he reached the room. The door was slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling into the dim hallway. Pushing the door open, he stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room.

"Miss Fairchild?" His voice was softer now, tinged with concern.

From the shadows, a figure emerged, and Darien felt his heart leap. Amelia. She was here, and she was safe.

Darien's heart was a frenzied drumbeat in his chest as he stepped into the room, the soft call of "Amelia?" escaping his lips. The tension in his body was palpable, muscles coiled like a spring, ready for any threat.

Standing with Amelia was a burly man, his features rough and menacing. Darien's fists clenched at his sides, the instinct to protect surging within him. However, the sight of Amelia engaged in what seemed to be a calm conversation with the man tempered his initial rush of aggression. She looked unharmed, her posture relaxed.

The man turned, and Darien caught a glimpse of his face. It was Marco DeSilva, but Darien did not kno
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