THE POSSESSIVE BLOODLINE
I crash, inevitably, but Jace is there to pick me up, dusting me off and offering words of encouragement.
I'm a pre-teen, my face flushed with anger, my fist connecting with Jaxon's jaw. He's grinning, unfazed by my outburst. He stole my first kiss, a clumsy, awkward peck that left me both mortified and strangely exhilarated. He just laughs, that infuriatingly charming laugh of his.
The slideshow jumps again, and I'm standing beside Damon, his hand clasped tightly in mine. He's announcing our engagement, his voice booming with pride. The crowd applauds, but all I can feel is a sense of dread, a suffocating weight on my chest.
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