Chapter 43

  Damien's POV

  Mira wanted to stay.

  Of course, she did.

  I leaned against the doorway of the living room, swirling my glass of bourbon as I watched her pace. She had the air of someone who was used to getting her way—sharp heels clicking on the hardwood floor, arms crossed, chin lifted.

  "Dami...

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