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AUTHOR’S POV
She widened her eyes and turned her head sharply, her breath catching in her throat as she saw him—Damon.
She hadn’t expected this.
Not like this.
She was having dinner, a quiet, dinner meal with Aiden, and suddenly, there he was. Damon stood at just behind Sloane just a few steps away, his dark hair disheveled, his stormy gray eyes locked onto her with an intensity that made her heart hammer against her ribs.
His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, his broad shoulders tense, and there was something about the way he carried himself—controlled, yet dangerously close to unraveling—that sent a shiver down her spine.
She gulped as he took a step forward. Her heart racing and palms sweating.
Aiden, sitting across from her, noticed her change in demeanor and
