NOT TOO LONG NOW

Damien’s POV

I drove like a maniac.

The tires screamed every time I twisted the wheel, and the city lights blurred into smears of white and gold. My pulse slammed against my throat, and the name I kept whispering—no, choking on—was hers.

Lena.

Vivian.

It was all Vivian's doing.

Behind the thre...

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