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AUTHOR’S POV
The air inside the office was suffocating with tension. Shadows danced across the room as the low-hanging chandelier cast dim light over the polished mahogany desk where Damon and Vincein stood, their voices raised in heated argument.
“You’re out of your damn mind if you think we’re leaving her there”
Damon snapped, running a frustrated hand through his tousled hair. His sharp jaw clenched, his grey eyes flashing with anger.
“Sloane belongs with us, not with those bastards. You know this, vincein!”
Vincein, standing on the opposite side of the desk, met Damon’s fury with an icy, controlled demeanor. He leaned forward, his palms pressing into the desk’s surface, his dark eyes unwavering.
“You think I don’t know that?” he said, his voice lower but no less inten
