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"Let's go," Will placed his hand at the base of Arabella's spine and guided her to the table.

The eye contact occurred when Arabella decided she was ready to face Damon and not dwell on the taste he had.

Damon seemed to be at home, in a completely comfortable environment for him. His commanding yet relaxed posture showed that he was not far from his comfort zone.

On the other hand, Arabella was completely far from what she considered normal.

"Do we have room for one more?" Will looked at Damon, then at the women at the table. They were all young, between their twenties and thirties. All of them, also, possessed undeniably captivating beauty.

"We always have room for one more," one of the women, the brunette, murmured, already moving aside to make space.

"Welcome, Miss Collins," the blonde, Damon's companion, smiled.

From the women's postures, Arabella understood what this gathering was about. The women were not welcoming her simply because they liked her, but because the end of the n