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The last Grey relic

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Damien’s POV

I saw the commotion before I heard it.

Three girls dressed like overpriced dolls pressed against the marble column, trembling.

And in front of them… she was standing.

Lola.

Breathing hard, eyes sharp, anger still rolling off her like heat from a furnace.

Her hair slightly mussed, dress hugging her like a second skin, chest rising and falling.

I hadn’t expected that.

Neither did I expect the tiny pull in my chest.

She didn’t notice me until I spoke.

“Exciting.”

Her head sn
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