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CHAPTER 166

Lyra

Damon nodded once, satisfied like a lion after a kill, and then casually—so casually I wanted to scream—he looked down at the crumpled, bloodied body on the floor like it was trash beneath his boots and said—

"Good. Now call your cleaners."

I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't think.

I co...