DAMIAN'S POV“Fuck!” I cussed, tapping the screen of my tablet harder just before I was completely eliminated from the game.“Fuck it!” I snapped again, barely able to hold back from tossing the still glowing gadget.On a whim, I swiped off the tab and opened the reading app I'd downloaded three days ago.Then I clicked it open, swiped until I saw what I was looking for, then I tapped and began to read.I felt the stark white light of the document on my face, the cursor blinking at me like a taunting heartbeat. I had already read it three times now. Once for shock, once for analysis, and a third time because, much to my growing annoyance, I couldn't seem to stop thinking about the story.“Okay, spill. You’re being weird, Damian and it's making me uncomfortable watching you, ” Dakota taunted, tossing a throw pillow at me from the other end of the couch.“Stop it, Dakota,” I replied grimly. “Also you don't have to watch me, just leave or close your eyes.”“Oh please,” Dakota rolled her
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