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His Dangerous Strategy

Author: Oma
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DAMON'S POV:

​"I do not care about any of that if it means losing you," she replied, her voice softening.

​I looked at her closely. Her eyes were bright with unshed tears, and her hands were trembling in mine.

​"You are not going to lose me," I promised her. "I have trained for these exact situations for years. I have done this kind of work before, and I know how to keep myself safe."

​"You are not indestructible, Damon," she argued back, shaking her head. "You are not a robot. You are a regula
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