* Alone in the dressing Room with him

“Hello, mon Éloise…”

His voice was a low, velvet growl that slithered through the darkness, curling around my spine like a living thing.

My stomach dropped clean to the floor.

Damien.

Of course it was him.

Because why wouldn’t he show up here, in the one private corner I’d found in the mids...

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