ARIA'S POV Damon didn’t ask me to follow him.He dragged me. Literally.One second I was standing there, trying to make sense of the whole bloody werewolf WWE match I’d just witnessed, with a crazy humanoid chasing after me and the next, his hand clamped around my arm like a steel trap.“Hey—HEY! I can walk!” I snapped, stumbling behind him as he stormed down the alley.“Good,” he growled, not slowing down. “Walk faster.”“Excuse you? Who the hell died and made you—”“Aria.”The way he said my name; flat, deep, and annoyed, it made every cell in my body pause for half a heartbeat.Then I remembered who I am.“Don’t use my government name like you pay my bills,” I said.His jaw twitched. Good. Stress him.He shoved open a metal door at the back of the auto shop, revealing a hallway that did NOT, emphasis on the NOT, belong in any normal garage. Dark walls, exposed brick, steel accents, the faint smell of smoke and motor oil…no, this was something else. I just couldn't place my finger
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