Damien's Pov "Did you just call me Lena?" Victoria's voice cut through the dark. I stopped moving. "What?" I said. "You called me Lena," she said again. She sat up in bed and turned on the lamp. "While you were inside me, you said her name." I didn't deny it. What was the point? "I was thinking about something else," I said. "You were thinking about her," Victoria said. She wrapped the sheet around herself. "For six months, Damien, six months and you haven't been able to perform without thinking about a kitchen girl." I sat on the edge of the bed. The truth was worse than what Victoria was saying. The truth was that I had performed, my body had done what it was supposed to do. But my mind had been somewhere else. My entire being had been somewhere else. "We need to talk about the child," Victoria said. "That was the agreement with your father. We marry, I become Luna, and we produce an heir within the first year." "I know the agreement." "Do you?" she s
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