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As Ana awakened and looked around the guest room she got up from the comfy bed and made her way to the door. She walked down the hall towards the stairs, hearing voices. Commander Damon was standing at the door talking to one of his men…he was handing Damon a black sports bag.
The warlock looked up over Damon’s shoulder and gasped at the sight of Ana on the landing at the top of the stairs.
Damon swung round and looked up at her. She saw the clear expression of disapproval on his face.
“Anastasia!” Damon growled. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“What? I heard voices…” Ana grumbled, scratching her head as she yawned.
“Did you not think to put some bloody clothes on?”
Ana looked at herself and laughed. “What? You can’t see anything…chill, old man.”
Damon gritted his teeth. Ana w
