Anastasia’s POV And that's how I officially became Damon's date, my arm locked through his like we'd been doing this for years. Zara's eyes darted between us, her panic barely concealed beneath a mask of forced composure. "Anastasia, you need to stop this right now! It's only going to…." I cut her off, my patience fraying at the edges. "You were the one who suggested the idea. Why are you acting this way now?" "I only suggested it because I was certain you wouldn't actually agree to this madness." She threw her hands up. "I didn't think you would….." "Actually do it?" I finished for her, a sharp smile spreading across my face. "Well, I am, Zara. And I'm going to enjoy every bit of it." I widened my smile, the picture of contentment, even as my skin prickled with awareness. I knew he was watching. I could feel the weight of his gaze burning through the crowd. Let him see me happy. Let him see me unaffected. Let him wonder if he'd finally pushed me too far. Zara turned to Damon,
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