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“It’s Vic…Desmond, that’s Victor.” My mouth closed and my eyes narrowed. Aamon partially shifted, my claws coming out. Olivia giggled for a moment, and I looked down at her, confused. “Sorry, Aamon.” She reached up on her tip toes and I felt her rub the ears that had come up with the partial shift. “I’ve never seen you shift with your ears.” “If it makes you happy, mate, I’ll leave them on. I haven’t partial shifted in a while.” A throat cleared. “Now might not be the time to have that conversation?”

I replied unsure of how he knew it was my birthday. Just then one of the doors opened and Damian came in holding a beautiful birthday cake. I couldn't tell which was more beautiful him or the cake. he was wearing a blue jeans and an unbuttoned short sleeve white shirt. clearing revealing his broad chest and abs. seeing him standing made me have a flash back of all the times we have cuddled. He looked like he has just been dipped into a hot sauce. how I want long kiss those thick full lips and be wrapped up in his strong steady hands.

Raising his splayed hand, Atlas laughed. "Salis was ordered to exterminate Gian but instead saved him from Lucifer and the demons that might want to use him. That brings me to the next issue. Salis is your daughter's true mate. As much as that disappoints me to say, my hand will probably be eternally mine. Anyway, I saw that he is the only one that can hide her demon mark and keep her safe," Atlas stated solemnly. Pointing to his father's right cheek, Asher gasped.

I was taken aback by the takeaway packages that filled the island. “Hello there. Glad you could make it.” Dominic said behind me. When I turned to face him, he had changed into a pair of black jeans and black shirt. And a single gold chain to accesorize . Any ordinary man would have looked like he was about to attend a funeral but Dominic made the outfit look as sexy as hell. I put on my best Sunday smile to cover spreading blush. “I see you went ahead and ordered. What a shame because I was about to whip up something you would never forget.”

Damien’s voice was unnaturally calm, but it cut through the silence like a razor’s edge. Caruso laughed, pulling me to my feet and dragging me in front of him, a cold pistol suddenly pressed against my temple. “Salvatore! So glad you could make it. I was worried your broken heart might have slowed you down.” “Last chance,” Damien said, taking a slow step forward, Marco fanning out to his right.

He swirled the amber liquid in his glass before dropping it on the glass table beside him. “I am Damien.” He said. Now lighting a cigarette. The room fell silent. The tick of the clock became the only thing that could be heard. His eyes held mine, daring me to look away. And then, the corner of his lips curved. His voice cut through me like a sharp blade as the smell of smoke enveloped me. “...Salvatore DeLuca.” Voice calm. The name struck me like lightning, my body went stiff and I almost passed out on the spot.

They aren't even back in their seats before they start kissing again. Hatred mixed with pain scorches through me and the urge for revenge pushes me to do the most ridiculous thing ever. I look around, searching, and there's a really hot guy smoking by a corner. He's Damon-Salvatore-hot, in a tight black tee that clings to his muscular body. He even has an arm and a neck tat and ear piercing. Oh, he's perfect! I stomp over, pluck the cigarette from his fingers, and blurt, "I'm sorry, but can you hold your breath for a second?"

"[... I must not be careless by killing my precious shadow troops collections ...]" Dudummm~ ... Dudummm~ ... Dudummm~ ... Dozens of saltwater crocodiles in the form of shadow troops crawled towards Damien. Damien smiled widely. "[... As for you useless beasts, I'll just slaughter you ...]" Damien dashed towards the saltwater crocodiles in the form of the shadow troop. He clenched his fists and hit the heads and bodies of the crocodiles mercilessly. The combination of punch power and speed that is not inferior to Ansel Gaute Costi, the noble class vampire who has a special ability in terms of speed, allows Damien to go on a rampage without anyone being able to stop him.

He says to the man, who is most probably Damon, the supposed vet. The man looks at Itzel once and when she nods at him, he sticks out of his hand for him to shake. "Hi, Good morning. I am Damon Valet. I am a vet and the best friend of this fine lady here." He introduces himself to Dmitri. Best friend, huh? Dmitri scoffs internally at him but shakes his offered hand nonetheless with a very tight smile. They walk into a room which seems like it belongs to a teen boy, and there lays the poor puppy on a beanbag with a soft blanket wrapped around him. "Itsi has told me what all you did for this poor baby. Thank you so much, Mr. Taylor. I can't even tell what would have happened if he had not got

the Queen commanded, stepping back with a regal wave of her hand. The executioner reached for the lever. The ropes swayed gently in the breeze, waiting to fulfill their grim purpose. “Wait.” The word rang out, commanding and firm. All heads turned toward the voice. Prince Damien rose from his seat, his expression unreadable as he descended the steps. The Queen’s eyes narrowed, her lips pressing into a thin line as he approached. “What are you doing, Damien?” she demanded. He didn’t answer her. Instead, he stepped between me and the gallows, his tall frame blocking my view of the platform.