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"You need to stop chasing her," Jaxon said calmly and deliberately. He was neither begging nor asking. It was a command. Damon's jaw clenched and his hold on the whisky glass became tighter until the crystal looked about to shatter under his touch. He laughed softly, nearly undetectable, with a sour undertone. Since when do you command me? Though terse, Damon’s statements clearly conveyed a challenge. He straightened up straighter, looking at Jaxon as though he were an adversary. Jaxon's face remained unchanged. The action seemed casual, as if he didn't sense the tension growing between them, so he just sipped his drink slowly. I'm not telling you what to do. I'm warning you. His gaze shifted from Lillian back to Damon, his voice dropping a little. She is no longer yours. The words struck Damon hard, raw and unrelenting. His breath caught and for the briefest time he believed he could lose control. But he would not. He never done that. Not in front of anybody. Meeting Jaxon's sta

Damon Standing by the bar, his back straight and strong jawline precisely positioned under the overhead lights. Though his posture shouted strength, his look as it fixed on her revealed something more. It was the fervour. The same look he had given her in their past: deadly, demanding, impossible to ignore. Lillian's heart leapt. She had hoped the distance between them would lessen the impact he had on her, but seeing him now, so near, only made the old feelings rise. The draw. The recollections. The turmoil that came after them both. She kept looking. She was unable to. Watching her, Damon narrowed his gaze and his face became inscrutable. Lillian drew a breath and gathered herself. She was no longer the lady who had allowed him to control her life. She was no longer that naive girl trapped in the undertow of his charm and power. A well-meaning server walked by and a glass of champagne materialised in her palm. Grounding her, she sipped and felt the cool liquid slide down her th

This isn't correct, she thought, her hold on the glass tightening. Damon's desire to Lillian wasn't only physical; it was more like a shift, a change in the air that Seraphina couldn't ignore. Lillian was turning into a danger Seraphina could no longer deny. The woman was lovely and confident; now, it appeared she was sliding under Damon's skin in ways Seraphina could not control. A real smile filling her face, her breath hitched as she watched Lillian chuckle at something Knox had said. Knox's hand brushing against her waist as he leaned in was all too much. Turning fast and with a hardened expression, Seraphina looked for an ally's solace. Her gaze roamed the room until they found one guy she trusted, Jaxon Thornfield, a man with ties and loyalties extending well beyond what most people knew. She had no time to lose. Seraphina's voice fell to a whisper as she walked towards him, her heels tapping hard on the marble. This has to be fixed right away. We have to correct this. At th

"Even more breathtaking up close," Knox remarked, his voice strong enough for Damon to hear. The liquid within had long since forgotten, hence Damon's hold on his whisky glass grew tighter. The words' sound hurt; his chest tightened as he watched every motion between them. He had knew Lillian was interesting. But Knox's remarks and the way he held her attention so naturally caused something in Damon crack. Anger was bubbling under the surface, ready to explode. He understood how this game operated. Always in charge, always the one who decided the terms, he had played it many times. But now, with Lillian, everything was changing. Though she wasn't his to control, the idea of losing her to someone, someone like Knox, seemed a betrayal, a hurt that would last forever. He ought to have been the one to cause her to grin like that. He ought to have been the one to notice that sparkle in her eyes. But he wasn't. It was Knox Vandermeer. Lillian looked up to see Damon staring at her from

"Lillian," Damon whispered under his breath, his voice almost inaudible among the gala's murmuring. Yet she remained still. She didn't even blink. His voice seemed to be just another sound in the symphony of conversation surrounding her. A voice next to him shattered the stillness. "She's out of your reach now," he said. Standing only a few steps away, Jaxon Thornfield had his hands casually folded behind his back. Damon's jaw tightened. "I can manage her," he murmured, the words feeling harsh on his mouth. He was unsure if he was convincing Jaxon, himself, or the picture of Lillian in front of him. Could you? Jaxon enquired, his voice a soft provocation. Damon was silent. His attention stayed on Lillian, whose head was somewhat askew as she chuckled at something a man next to her said. Unlike the woman he had known, her laugh was warm, vibrant, and full of life. So different from the lady who previously chuckled just for him. Will she remember you back? Jaxon pushed, his voice

Jaxon said, "You know," his voice cutting through his musings. I've never seen her like this before. She has always been able, but now? Now she is in a class of her own. Damon looked at him, unaware he had been gazing at her. His gaze returned to Lillian, observing her chuckle at something a high-ranking official had said. Her beauty wasn't the only thing that captivated him. It was how simply she ruled every place she walked into. Every movement was intentional. Every syllable was a deliberate action. Damon grumbled under his breath that she had always been able, but the comments seemed empty, far too feeble for the lady in front of him. You didn't see what I saw back then, right? Jaxon went on, his eyes sparkling with something resembling amusement. She was always more than you thought. Damon's heart thudded as Lillian's eyes caught his for a brief second before she turned back to the discussion, expertly reclaiming her dominant position. Their relationship, whatever it had been