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'd marry the son of the man who destroyed her family, s

to her trembling body, staring into the eyes of Damon Black

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it. As if the words meant something deeper. As if this mar

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ontrolled, and lingering just a second too long. When they

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d "Should

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it's just for show" He came closer

ehind a cool smile "Careful, Damon. You

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ant a seat at the table. The same table your father t

that you're at it?" he a

the eye "I guess you'

tretched between

rk. "We made a deal, Emilia. A yea

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