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The chatter of the party faded into the background as Damon firmly yet carefully pulled me by the wrist, guiding me toward a secluded corner away from prying eyes.
I stumbled slightly in my heels, my heart pounding in a mix of anger and confusion. My eyes scanned to see if my brother was present to witness this all because if he did, it’d be a big mess that could not be handled at any cost.
When he finally stopped, I yanked my arm free from his grip, my glare fierce enough to rival a storm.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
I hissed, my voice sharp and laced with fury. I took a step back, crossing my arms over my chest as if creating a barrier between us.
My dark eyes burned with defiance, the faintest quiver in my lips betraying the storm of emotions I
