Damien stood with his head slightly bowed, observing the woman whose eyes kept darting around, obviously plotting her escape.Standing this close, he could tell this woman wore no perfume or makeup.Bathed in soft moonlight streaming through the window, she wasn't bad-looking.In fact, she could even be described as pretty— petite frame, fair skin, lovely oval-shaped face, dainty lips and small nose.But her best feature were her eyes— big, round, liquid eyes that required no help from mascara.People often said that eyes were the window to the soul, and in this woman's case, it was actually true.Just one glance at her, Damien could tell what she was thinking—make a run for it, or try to reason with him?Leaning forward slightly, he could smell her shampoo— something cheap and citrusy, unlike the thousand dollars limited edition Chanel No. 5 Eau dande Olivia Hamilton wore.But strangely, he didn't feel the same nausea he experienced when Olivia get close to him.To confirm, he stepp
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