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... he phone again. Her tone was serene, composed—like always. This time, it was her right-hand man she was talking to. She hung up and, without missing a beat, turned toward Damon like she knew exactly where he stood.
"Who fired the gun?" she asked.
"Agent Clinton. There was a trespasser."
"Did you report it to the police?"
"There’s no need for that, my love. I had it handled," Damon replied smoothly.
I frowned, catching the tense glance Damien shot me as he ...
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