“If I promise to marry her, will you let me in?” Michael’s gaze thinned. “No.” He didn’t believe him. “Still want to marry her?” he taunted. Was Aydin just saying that to get in the door? Or was he absolutely serious. Damon stepped in, grabbed Aydin’s collar, and shot a fist right into his gut. I flinched, having had enough violence for one night. Aydin lurched forward, bending in half and grunting, but Damon pulled him back up, straightening his shirt. “Yes,” Aydin gasped. “I still want to marry her.” I bit back my smile. Kai reared back and threw a punch across Aydin’s face, Aydin whipping
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