Alpha Damon
As perfect as I've seen her, and I've always remembered her.
But she was here now, wasn’t she? My Marissa. My Tatiana. She had returned.
“You…” Theon’s voice trembled, recognition flaring in his gaze. “You’re supposed to be dead.”
She smiled, a wicked, enchanting curve of her lips. Her gaze slid lazily toward him, eyes glittering dangerously. He took a step back, his heart racing against his chest.
“Hello, Theon,” she said sweetly, her tone dripping with dark charm. “Goodbye, Theon.”
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