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Chapter 32

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Carmela’s heart pounded as she stared at Damion, his hand still firm on her waist. The loud bass of the music vibrated through the air, but all she could focus on was the storm brewing in his gray eyes.

Without hesitation, she pushed his hands off her, stepping back with a glare. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Damion smirked, his head tilting slightly. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“No, it’s not,” she snapped, crossing her arms. “And why were you grabbing me?”

His gaze flickered down to her waist before meeting her eyes again. “You looked lost.”

Carmela scoffed. “I was not lost. And that doesn’t answer my question.”

Damion leaned in slightly, his voice low. “A better question would be—aren’t you happy to see me?”

She let out a short laugh, shaking her head. “Not even remotely.”

Without waiting for a response, she turned toward the bar and grabbed the drink the bartender had just placed in front of her. Before she could take a sip, Damion’s hand shot out, stopping her.

His grip was gentle b
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