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"How much?" Damon could hear the urban sounds of the city he knew so well. From the noise of the cars, he assumed that Arabella was on a busy street.

The man felt a sudden need to protect that woman, as if she were his responsibility. And he knew his need for protection was getting the better of him, because he had left his personal bodyguard (Alex) in America just to keep Arabella under his watch.

"Two glasses of wine, I do not know," Arabella replied, and then let out a typically drunken smile.

"And what else?" Damon insisted.

"Some pills, perhaps," the woman replied nonchalantly.

That answer made the man lose his breathing rhythm. His concern was replaced by anger. Damon closed his eyes and took a deep breath, just to keep from shouting all the curses he knew, in all the languages ​​he knew. However, when he spoke again, his calm still seemed to have not returned. "What the fuck? Did you get drugged?"

"Not just me. Anastasia too" she replied.

"Where are you, my angel?" Damon tried