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I know my defense mode is kicking in again, but I need to understand this fully. “She has a record of violence,” Damon replies coolly. The finality in his voice makes my stomach twist.

he says Damon stands from the couch and goes upstairs leaving Raven deep in thought. Was she going to agree to the agreement? And how sure was she that would not fall for him?

“So, TVD is the company I work for,” Brian starts, and I just look at him with wide, expectant eyes, “The main offices are in Sendera, but there is one here in Altamira. Something like this is exactly what the office here wants… a scandal. If we manage to convince some of the girls to go ahead and sue, we can give TVD the biggest scandal to date. And then Damon is for sure finished. No matter how rich or powerful he is, this will put him in the public eye, and the court of public opinion will devour him. Even if the trial doesn’t go anywhere, it won’t matter; the company will be done. Tundra Models will be canceled, and Damon, at the very least, will be canceled too. Maybe Harry can keep him

Seraphine. Cassian. Nova. Mira. Hale. Luca. Luca. The sight of him standing there still hurt. Not with the sharp agony of discovery anymore. Something duller. Heavier. A wound that refused to close. Damon forced his attention back to the screen. Because right now They had bigger problems. The monitor flickered. Static filled the room. Then the image stabilized. And there she was. Vale. Older than the photographs. Yet somehow more terrifying.

Ava was standing at the door. She turned on the TV. Their videos were everywhere. Blurred. But everyone understood. Ava turned off the TV. Damian: "Sorry." Ava: "For what?" "For not being able to stop it." Ava held his face. "You tried. That’s enough." Damian broke down. For the first time. In front of Ava. Ava held him to her chest. "We’ll fight this together." --- *DAY 793: 9:00 AM - THE DECISION*

“Let’s just say I don’t like the methods of VORTEX hunters.” That was it. No emotion. No explanation. Just a statement that gave nothing away. Mara looked frustrated. “You can’t just say something like that and expect us not to ask questions!” He didn’t even look at her. “You can ask all you like. I choose what to answer.” Damon exhaled sharply through his nose. He didn’t know whether to respect the man’s restraint or punch it out of him. “Fine,” he muttered. “Then tell me this much…how far until we’re clear of the search teams?”

Saturday came and we woke early, got breakfast and Damon went to work, he worked at a brewery making bourbon and I must say the job suited him pretty well. After breakfast I watched some TV it was good they got mortal channels on here so I was able to watch doctor who, my favourite show. It was 1:30pm, time to get ready, Damon wasn't back yet, but he had assured he would be home before me, his hours depended on when he was needed, this had been the third time he had gone to work since I'd known him.

A silhouette sat at a desk, back turned, facing a wall lined with evidence photos and newspaper clippings. The person raised a glass. “To the Dravens,” a distorted voice crooned. “May peace never make you weak.” The screen went black. Damon’s heart pounded — not with fear, but with calculation. With readiness. He stood straighter, shoulders squared. Old habits die hard. He turned off the monitor and whispered to the empty room: “Come and try.” Then Damon returned to the bedroom. He slid under the covers, wrapping his arms around Sarah, who immediately snuggled against him — trusting, warm, unbroken.

“I need that dick deep inside me. Fuckkk!!" Damon opened up his eyes and it was shining all blue like a touch. He was very upset and before he killed someone he vanished away from the building.

“Sit here and eat.” “Hun, you do realize that he is Javier Summers, the CEO of Summers Entertainment and not me aka your caring husband, right?” Tanner shook his head, watching his partner act like he was Javier’s mother instead of a friend of Ella. “Tone yourself down a bit and do not be so bossy.” “Well, I do not give a flip who he is. He is more useful if he is healthy.” Then Damon turned to Javier and lifted one brow. “Do you need me to sit you down and feed you?”