LEILA
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A scream was ripped from my lungs, sharp and involuntary, a pure sound of pain and shock that cut through the lingering silence of the club, her grip was vicious and punishing.
“Let go of her, Gomez” Damien’s voice, when he spoke, was like a whip crack, sharp and utterly commanding.
He didn’t shout, didn’t raise it much above the sudden murmur that had swept through the onlookers, but the raw authority in it was undeniable.
His hand tightened on mine, his body tensing, ready to move.
She ignored him.
Her eyes were blazing with a fury I didn’t understand, her hand still locked in my hair, pulling my head back, exposing my throat.
The heat radiating off her body, just inches away, was stifling, the scent of her perfume suddenly cloying, sickening.
Damien moved th
