By the time I glance back toward his mother, she’s appraising me, and I’m clearly failing. “What do you think, Miss Hart? Do they not look good together?” Her voice is smooth, but there’s an edge that’s sharp as a knife. “Yes…they do.” I look them over, and acid burns in my throat at being forced to say anything. “You know you don’t belong here.” My attention snaps back to her. “I’m working.” “So I’ve been told, but it appears you have somehow deluded yourself regarding Damon’s affection.” “What?” Cold ice crystallizes my veins and freezes me in place. I’m suddenly sixteen again,
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