The rusted key sat between Cara’s fingers like a loaded gun.
She looked at it. Then at him.
“You buried something?” she whispered, heat rising in her throat — not from desire this time, but from dread.
Damon didn’t blink. “It’s under the guesthouse. Concrete floor. Locked box. You wanted truth? That’s where I put mine.”
A shiver ran down her spine. “Why now?”
“Because the lies are starting to rot.” He stepped closer, pressing his body to hers. “And because if I’m going to lose you, it shouldn’t be over a half-truth.”
She tilted her face up to him, emotions storming behind her eyes. “What makes you think you haven’t lost me already?”
“I haven’t f*cked you like I’ve lost you yet.”
His mouth crashed against hers — fierce, brutal, desperate. She kissed him back just as hard.
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