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103 The Late Rejection

Dahlia’s POV

The van is quiet. No guards anywhere near it, not even a driver. Not exactly what I had in mind for a jail of “the devil”.

Not daring to hesitate, I pull open the back door and slip up. Though it looks like a trap off the textbook, I don’t really have any other move left.

It isn’t a trap. Damon is in the trunk, alone, hands not even cuffed. He is smiling at me as I close the door behind me with a thumping heart, panickedly looking for a proper place to sit when my move is so limited by the handcuffs I hid under the shirt.

I feel like I’m the prisoner, not him.

Damon remains silent, but I see taunt in his eyes.

“Hi...” I break the silence, frowning lightly. This is not exactly what I expected. I thought he would be angry, desperate, regretful, or sad. But not this. Not this calmness with a shred of taunt.

He curves his lips.

“Hi yourself, Dahlia.”

His voice is the bass I always indulge in, and his tone is not exactly aggressive. I’m confused now. I rise my eyebrows questio
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