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AUTHOR’S POV
Sloane sat at the breakfast table, idly stirring her spoon through her bowl of cereal, the flakes long since turned soggy.
Her mind was far from the food in front of her—far from anything except the dream that had left her restless all night.
She could still hear her brother’s voice in her head, laced with anger and disbelief, as she stood before him and confessed what she had been holding in for so long.
“I’m in love with Damon.”
In the dream, Vincein’s expression had darkened instantly, his protectiveness rearing its head as he clenched his fists, his jaw tightening.
He had always been overprotective of her, but when it came to Damon Santiago, his possessiveness took a different level.
Damon, the one man he had always warned her about.
The thought made Slo
