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AUTHORS’S POV
Sloane sighed, resting her forehead against the cool windowpane as she gazed out into the fading light of the evening.
The sky was painted in shades of gold and deep indigo, but the beauty of it did little to soothe the turmoil churning inside her.
Damon had left only minutes ago, and yet his presence lingered—his scent on her skin, the echo of his voice in her mind, and the warmth of his touch that still tingled on her fingertips.
She exhaled slowly, her breath fogging up the glass as she pressed her palm against it.
Will Vincein ever accept this? The question weighed heavily on her heart.
He was fiercely protective, stubborn to a fault, and the idea of her being with Damon—of all people—was something he would never take lightly.
The room was silent exce
