Her Story
Of course, it ended soon, but I could say he flew slower, and not straight to the mansion.
We had a few more hours before sunrise, I wanted to go back, to check on Dumarque, but he probably prepared for tomorrow like everybody else. Then I followed my husband into the house.
“Damon?”
“Hm?”
“What do you know about Vadas?”
Hearing my question, he stopped abruptly, causing me to crash into him.
“He is a bastard; I don’t want you around him.” and with that, he walked away.
“Hey, I need more than that!”
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