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CHAPTER SIX

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Luna's world tilted as Damien's fingers tightened around her wrist. The familiar panic clawed at her throat—the same terror that had driven her to flee Raven Hollow in the middle of the night with nothing but the clothes on her back.

"Let go of me," she whispered, trying to pull away without causing a scene.

"Not happening, Luna girl." Damien's grip tightened, his thumb pressing against the tender skin where old bruises had barely faded. "You owe me. I have been looking for you, hiring private investigators, tracking down every lead—"

"I don't owe you anything."

His laugh was cold, familiar. "Really? Because I seem to remember you stealing from me before you ran."

Luna's blood froze. "I never—"

"Five thousand dollars from my safe. My grandmother's ring. Should I go on?" His voice dropped to that silky tone she remembered too well. The kind that preceded his worst rages. "Or should I just stroll over to your billionaire husband and explain what kind of woman he's really married to?"

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Ella Stone
Damien is such a bastard..
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f*** Damien... I'm in love with Greyson already
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