Serena's povThe break room was supposed to be a place of peace, but with Damien inside, sitting on the bed like he owned the place, peace was the last thing I was going to find. He owned the place, anyway! I had barely taken a step inside before his sharp gaze flickered to me. "Running away from me again, little wolf?" His voice was a low drawl, teasing and knowing.I ignored him, heading straight for the cabinet where the medical supplies were kept. Just ignore him. Ignore him! I kept chanting in my head. But Damien wasn't the type to be ignored. In a blink, he was behind me. Too close. I tensed, my fingers tightening around the ceramic cup I had pulled out. His heat, his scent, blood, leather, and the raw essence of him wrapped around me, suffocating.Then came his voice, right beside my ear. "You should be grateful, you know," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. "I haven't eaten you yet." My grip on the cotton wool almost slipped. His words were meant to provoke, to fl
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