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40 - AFTERMATH OF A FIST FIGHT

Penulis: Krystal Key
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-02-26 18:57:59

Aiden’s POV –

Damon groaned on the ground, holding his face where I’d just landed my last punch. Blood trickled from his split lip, a red stain against his otherwise perfect, well-groomed exterior.

I should have felt satisfied. I should have walked away knowing I’d put him in his place. But all I could see—all I could think about—was Cheryl.

She stood a few feet away, stunned, breathless, trembling. The dim lights from the house behind her cast a soft glow on her face, making her look almost ethereal—except for the panic in her wide eyes. Her white sweater was slightly disheveled from struggling against Damon. The sight made my blood burn all over again.

I turned to her immediately. “Are you okay?”

Her lips parted, like she wanted to say something, but no words came. She just nodded. A weak, unsure nod.

I didn’t believe it.

I couldn’t believe it—not after the way Damon had grabbed her.

I wanted to hit him again. Wanted to break every bone in his fucking body for putting his hands on h
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