Chapter 19 CHAPTER NINETEEN

Damian’s POV

The office still smelled like her perfume. Sweet. Cloying. Temporary.

I leaned back in the leather chair, fingers drumming against the polished mahogany desk, a smirk tugging at my lips. She had been eager, desperate even, clawing at me like a starving animal. Not Amelia, of course. N...

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