Aria’s POV The rogue’s claws were inches from my face when the door exploded inward. Damon filled the doorway, eyes pitch black, chest heaving. He didn’t speak, he just moved. One second the rogue was lunging, the next Damon had him by the throat, lifting him clean off the floor like he weighed nothing. The man’s legs kicked uselessly and Damon slammed him into the wall so hard the plaster cracked. “Touch her again,” Damon snarled, voice barely human, “and I rip your spine out through your mouth.” He threw the rogue across the room.&nbs
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