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Damon's mind was cluttered. All Banks wanted was to live his life. Not the life he could have, but the life he wanted to have.

Damon approached Arabella. He still felt he was too dirty to touch her, so he just got close enough to smell her perfume. He wished he could have that woman forever, but he knew that wasn't an option, not for him.

"I promise by all that I am, Little Angel. When things go wrong, you won't be with me. I will be the only one to pay for the secrets I've chosen to keep," Damon wished he wasn't so rooted in that feeling. He wished he could simply shut it off, as he had done before. He wanted to extinguish the flame in his heart, but he could not. It was too late not to feel, even though it was too dangerous to feel.

"When you find out who I really am, I hope you've forgotten my name," the man could not resist. He ran his fingers through Arabella's hair, unaware of how intense the touch was for her. Then, Damon hugged her. The woman's back was pressed against his che