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I wondered briefly if they might also be werewolves.
As I continued looking around, my eyes finally darted to a spot that made me freeze.
Daxton.
I gasped softly when our eyes met. His gaze burned into me, making my heart pound with emotions I couldn’t name. His eyes were dark, intense, and dangerous—perfectly matching the man I knew him to be.
He was with a few guys I didn’t recognize, holding a glass of champagne while leaning casually against the bar counter. One hand in his pocket, the other holding the glass, wearing a simple black suit with a crisp white shirt underneath, organized hair, and red, slightly swollen lips.
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