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Chapter thirty two

Damon's POV

I tossed the battered and bruised lady into the room as I stormed in, tearing the weak wooden door off its hinges. The sight I saw there made me look twice to be sure of what I was seeing.

Helen stood there mere inches away from Zirah. Her hand hung down, her hair covering her face but I knew it was her. I honestly didn't think I had any more fury left in me but it came back with a vengeance seeing Helen calmly poised by her, a sharp knife to her throat.

Helen as usual was immaculately dressed, her hair coiffed and her makeup in place. Even her white pantsuit didn't have a speck of dust, dirt, or blood on it as she stood in the bloodied and disheveled area.

She looked dispassionately at the lady I had tossed at her feet and muttered so low for anyone to hear but I picked it up with my superior hearing.

"Humph, I thought she would have lasted longer." She asks.

"Let her go." I boomed, my voice echoing in the spacious, empty room. My men had the building surrounded so there
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