Chapter 163

Sloane looked at her.

Just one look.

Cold. Still. Unflinching.

Avery froze.

An unfamiliar chill crept up her spine. The woman in front of her, no longer timid, no longer pliant, radiated something sharp and unyielding.

Her raised hand trembled.

She lowered it.

“Sloane,” Damon said quietly.

His voice...

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