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A blast from the past

Gavriel's POV 

The cold night air whipped against my face depicting the anger in my bones. A fucking party. I wanted to punch something. Hard. 

What the hell was Camille thinking?! I had been clear on what I wanted. Dinner with her. That was it. So why the hell had she hosted some damned party? 

“Gav!” She yelled behind me. 

I looked over my shoulder to see her storming towards me. There was a livid look on her face. 

Livid? Yeah right, the one person who deserved to be livid was me. She had tricked me! 

“What the hell was that?!” She fumed, stopping right before me. 

It was unfair that she looked so fucking beautiful. Her red dress clung to every delicious curve. It billowed around her legs and I tried for a minute to imagine she hadn't thrown me some ridiculous par

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