Damon’s POV I turned toward her and my heart skipped a beat. The entire room melted into silence, time itself stopping for her graceful entrance. I couldn’t believe it, was this real? “Clara,” her name slipped from my lips in a whisper, so soft like it would shatter if I said it any louder and as if she heard it, her eyes drifted to me. Our gaze lingered for a while. I expected to see the fear in her eyes, or for her to look away, but she remained still, holding on like her life depended on it. I slowly became uncomfortable as I tried to hold on, my body froze on the chair, then a smirk broke her tense lips and the sounds in the room erupted. She crossed the path, each step felt deliberately slow and precise like she wanted the entire room to notice her. She weaved through the chairs toward the only empty seat. There was something about her, something felt different, the aura radiating from her pores felt stronger. She sighed and ran a hand through her perfectly neat hai
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