I opened my mouth to speak, but his hand came up, tucking my hair behind my ear. There was no way I’d be the victim of two weird guys in such a short time. I cocked my head. “Is that you?” I demanded. My ghost who liked to scare me? I lost my patience. “So help me God, I’m going to—” He slipped his arms underneath mine, wrapping them around me, and picked me up off my feet. “Going to what?” he asked. And I stopped breathing. It wasn’t the whisper I was used to hearing but the deep, loaded, and menacing tone I never wanted to be alone with again. Ever. I gulped, feeling Damon’s arms tighten
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