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It shouldn't, it really shouldn't, but Damon hated every letter of that statement. It was a threat.

When would someone have the courage to threaten him?

Who would be brave enough to intimidate him?

The answers were: never and no one.

"Are you threatening me?"

He let go of the woman's wrist, but only to hold her chin between his fingers. The truth was that the softness of that skin was a surprise to the man, and he wished not to confront her anymore, but to try a less decent approach.

"Believe me, Damon, I am not willing to be a feast for your friends."

"I believe it, principessa" he whispered, bringing his face closer.

Arabella did not back down. She remained watching the man's gaze descend to his lips. The beautiful woman knew the seduction game he played, and she was very tempted to give in.

Banks slid his index finger along her lower lip, which was close enough to feel his refreshing breath.

"I want you to take me back home" she said, all at once, so as not to lose the remnants of