Amara’s POV.

I stood before Damien’s chamber and knocked on the door, but a minute or two had passed, and he didn’t open it. When no one answered after multiple thumps, I turned the doorknob and barged in unannounced.

I paused for a moment when I found that he wasn’t the only one in his room. There were three men and a woman who was ogling him as if he were a delicious dish she wanted to taste. My pupils dilated as I flicked a glance towards him. I knew he could smell me and sense my presence, but he didn’t even bother glancing at me.

What’s with him?

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