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Damon's Point Of View

I rolled closer, my eyes taking in the features of her face. It was her; Jasmine Winter. This was the moment I had always been waiting for. A moment that would benefit both of us as I would be rescuing her from that hell where she gets bullied by her family.

“You are mine, Jasmine Winter," I stated, claiming her confidently without wavering.

She gulped, her neck caving in. I could see it in her eyes. Dread. Fear. Terror. Nervousness. Everything! They were present, glimmering with a subtle but present glow.

The man standing next to her took the pizza carton away and exited the...