<strong>James POV

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A few hours later and I couldn’t stop pacing the living room. She was planning something. I wasn’t sure what it was, but my gut feeling was hardly ever wrong about things.

“Would you stop pacing?” Damian sighed as he lifted his bourbon glass to his lips and shook his head. “It’s giving me a migraine.”

Stopping in my tracks, I stared at him with frustration. “She is planning something. I know it.”

“She has no ...