Damien's POVI arrived at Amara's restaurant, carrying a bouquet of freshly plucked roses. The staff stared at me as I walked in, mostly giggling or swooning. They were used to my presence here, as I regularly liked to surprise my beautiful mate. But it was not a surprise today. We planned on visiting a friend, and would I be a good mate if I didn't come to pick her up?Amara had made magic of this place over the years. It had expanded beyond what she imagined. I'd always known that she could do it, even in moments when she doubted herself.I moved deeper inside, the familiar hum of the place wrapping around me. It was no longer a single large space. It had been rebuilt, and now it unfolded into sections. Polished floors, chandeliers, linen-draped tables, plush chairs, low chatters and laughter, everything was elegant without being stiff. The sweet scent of meat, spice, pastries made my mouth water, but I pushed back my cravings, suddenly feeling too excited to see her.Well, I was al
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