You're mine
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-I’m on my way,” I say, full of nerves.
I can’t believe it! How old are they? Six? They’ve started fighting like crazy in the club. I expected it from Dad and Marc, but Damon… not him. I quickly get out of the car and enter the club. I scan the room full of teenagers, but I don’t see them.
-Come this way! my uncle guides me to the back.
When I reach the back of the club, Damon is standing, swaying with a glass in his hand. Dad is asleep next to a barrel, and Marc is sitting on the floor, staring into space.
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