Chapter 35 Gala of Masks

Elena’s POV

I turn at the sound of his voice. Damien steps onto the balcony, the moonlight catching the edge of his jaw. His bow tie is loosened now, his expression unreadable. Behind him, laughter drifts faintly from the ballroom, muffled by the glass doors.

“There you are,” he says, voice low. “...

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