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Chapter Seventy-Eight

DAMON POV

*Beep* *Beep* *BEEP*

The repetitive sound of my alarm starts pulling me out of my sleep; with eyes barely open, I hit the snooze, rolling over to find the other side of the bed empty. Again. For the third morning in a row, where the hell is Elle? Using my elbows, I sit up, resting against the headboard, brushing the sleep from my eyes when a sweet cinnamon scent fills my nose. Its owner bounced out of the closet in tight leggings and a sports bra. Her hair is in a tight bun.

"Do you always wake up at the ass crack of dawn?" I ask, slightly grumpy. It's only 7 a.m., and she has probably been up for hours doing Goddess knows what, and we didn't go to bed until late with mom freaking out about the Ball in two days. It's been all hands on deck.

"For as long as I can remember," She cracks a smile, making a joke of her unfortunate situation.

"Don't worry, Biscuit," I say, as I watch her move and grab her shoes from their place, "after I mark you, we can get your memory an
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Amapola
Oh Matt! Go for her
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