Jace's POV: My throat worked. The joint I had between my lips was burning, smoke puffing, and dancing in the air, but do you know what's amusing? It didn't burn as much as my eyes did. It had no idea what it meant to be the excluded. The one who was always told not to do this, not to do that. Jace, stay away from her. Jace, don't fuck up, Jace! Jace! Jace! Yet, there he was, his hands all over her skin, kissing her lips, consuming her all up like that was the only thing keeping him alive. And you know who. It's Damon.The same one who told me to keep off. Who told Kian to stay away? Not to talk to her. Not to touch her. Not to do any fucked up thing or else there would be implications. But, here he was going back on his words, playing on his rules. Doing things to her that I only had the chance to do just once. And guess what he did after I kissed her on that prom night? He forced me to wipe off her memory. Because well, that's the only way we could put things back in order, or
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