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The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

my voice edged with a tension that betrayed my bravado. Damon didn't move, didn't blink. He tilted his head to one side, watching me with the watchful eye of a predator eyeing its prey. And then, speaking with the smooth sound of steel, hit the nail right on the head. "Where is Tyla, Jonathan? What have you done with her?" the question landed like a blow. My face twitched, a flicker of something—guilt, fear, anger—passing through my hazel eyes before I masked it with a scowl. I squared my shoulders, crossing my arms as if to shield myself from the weight of Damon’s stare. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, his tone clipped and defiant. “Tyla? Never heard of her.” I denied. D

Damon: After Colton and Victoria ended their meeting with the Hernandez, I teleported back to my room. The bed where I'd left Tammy in the morning was empty. I stripped off my clothes, going into the bathroom for a cold shower. The cold water from the shower nozzles cascaded over me, washing away sweat and also helping to cool the anger I was feeling. I let my mind roam about on how I'd handle Colton and Victoria after getting to the bottom of things. As much as I wanted them dead, there was still a tiny part of me that hoped they'd have a good reason for wanting to kill me.

Tudd said, smiling. The two men sat down on a nearby bench, and Tudd began to tell Damon everything he knew about his missing friend. Damon listened intently, his eyes never leaving Tudd’s face. As he spoke, Damon’s mind began to race, trying to piece together the clues that Tudd was giving him. Finally, Tudd finished speaking, and asked, "Have you ever seen anyone like that?.” “I must have not existed here when he did,” Damon subtly replied. “I see,” Tudd said, looking disappointed. “I'll see you around later.” He got up and walked away.

Damon seems to know what to say and when to say it, making me feel appreciated. "You're being so nice to me!" I laugh. "I don't see why I should not be," "Tell me, are my friends still behind that door?" Damon glances at the door for a few seconds before turning to look back at me, his eyes piercing directly into my own. When there isn't a tint of yellow, they appear warm and homey. The brown, for some, might appear dull and dark but for me, they appear light and full of life. Maybe, it's by the way he is staring at me.

“You even dare come back after running away?. And you think you can bring some stranger’s pups here? They smell like trouble and you also smell like trouble.” “Quiet,” Damon snapped at her. His voice bore the Alpha power that shut her mouth fast. His eyes were locked on me the whole time. I felt the mate bond glared between us, like a small flame that refused to die. It was burning hard in my chest, but it also pulled at me in ways I did not want to feel. Damon was blinking, his gaze fixed on me carefully. He noticed that I had a stronger energy the way I stood tall now, and the power that rolled off me and the twin

Damon asked through the mind link. “Outside, under one of the trees, away from the reception,” I replied before closing the link. In a few minutes, he was already there and settled down beside me after kissing me. “Look out how Xavier is sucking aggressively.” He commented. “Yeah, he was crying earlier. He seems to be very hungry.” I replied. I looked at Damon only to see him looking at my boobs wishfully. “And why are you looking at me like that?” I questioned. “I can’t wait for Xavier to stop breastfeeding so I can get my breasts back.” He said naughtily, and I tapped him playfully on his arms.

Damon stood by the glass, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking dangerous and hungry. “Close the door,” he ordered. She did. “Damon, about last night—” He moved fast. In two strides he had her pinned against the cool glass, her back to the city. His big hand yanked her skirt up roughly around her waist. “Shut up,” he growled. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about this dripping cunt.” Before she could argue, he dropped to his knees right there in his expensive suit. His strong hands ripped her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside.

Damon I sat in the spare bedroom and watched the video monitors as Finley sat slumped against her bedroom wall and cried. It hurt to look at her feeling so sad and I knew instinctively that it had something to do with this Sebastian person. “Woods,” I answered my phone. “Sorry to burst your bubble, there’s no Sebastian in Finley’s life,” Jared said. “Hmm,” I said as I thought about that. “Have you gathered any new information?” he asked me.

The reflection of the restaurant flickers over the windowpane, blending strangers and headlights into a moving blur. I open the folder again, because of course I do. Some part of me can’t stop. Damon Vale stares back at me from a glossy phototaken at a conference, suit immaculate, expression unreadable. He looks like a man who never loses control of anything. Not his company. Not his secrets. I trace the line of his jaw with my eyes, studying every detail. He’s the kind of man people underestimate until it’s too late. The kind who makes enemies quietly and buries them just as silently.