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AMAIRA'S POV

Suddenly, I see someone In the room and I scramble up with a gasp, my hand holding onto the door knob from behind.

"H- how is that even possible?"

Jason smiled and took a step close to me, and I felt suffocated. Unlike Damien, it was like the room was closing down on me and I could barely breath. There was no butterflies flapping in my stomach or my cheeks growing hot… I was actually sickened to my stomach.

Jason was a really good looking guy, and might even be on par with Damien if I wasn't in love with him. He had this dark hair like the night that slicked back to the back of his head… like he had neatly combed through it.

His eyes were as Jessica described.. the perfect blend of blue and green, and was so hypnotizing that it was the first thing I had noticed as he cornered me to the door.

But he wasn't Damien, and I didn't like him. He looked evil, like the villain you'd read about in the book.

"Haven't she told you about me yet?" He asked with a snicker, an evil