Vivienne POV

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I stood outside Damon’s heavy oak door, my knuckles tapping softly, a mix of curiosity and that weird pull I couldn’t shake tugging at me. The door swung open fast, Damon filling the frame, his sharp suit and unreadable eyes sizing me up. He stepped aside. “Come in,” he said, his voice low.

I walked past, but someone else brushed by me too close, his sleeve grazing my arm. A shiver hit me, goosebumps prickling my skin. The guy wasn’t like the office types, yes his ...