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❝ Yᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ's ᴍʏ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇʟᴛ
I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ɢʜᴏsᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʟʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ sᴘᴇʟʟ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ
Yᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀsᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ, ɪᴛ's ᴍᴇ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ
Iɴ ᴏɴᴇ ʙʟɪɴᴋ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ❞
♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎
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Paparazzi surrounded us the second we pulled up to the banquet hall.
"Keep your head down," Damien ordered starkly, "and whatever you do, don't stop walking."
He didn't exit the limo until he received verbal confirmation from each of us individually.
"Got it, boss," Quinn piped up from the driver's seat.
Damien nodded his head in approval before his eyes drifted over to me.
I leaned forward in my seat so that I could pat his knee reassuringly. "What he said," I quipped, tipping my head back in Quinn's direction.
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