Damon POV
The Vampire wanted me to kick his ass. I was determined that he wanted this.
He was eying Kalilah up and down. Even if she couldn’t see him doing it, Kalilah had to feel his eyes on her. It made me annoyed—angry. I wanted to run over to him, ripping him to shreds.
The fucker wasn’t going to lay a hand on her. Hell, I didn’t want him to lay his f*****g eyes on her.
But also… who could blame him? Kalilah was beautiful.
Kalilah was beautiful. Not in the soft, forgettable kind of way. No—she was storm-beautiful. Fire-under-skin beautiful. The kind of beauty that made you ache just looking at her because you knew you’d never deserve it.
She stood there, chin up, arms crossed, voice like ice and steel—completely in control. And that only made her more dangerous. More magnetic.
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