41 - DAMON'S PART

Damon’s POV

I paced along the edge of the backyard, my blood still boiling with rage.

Cheryl.

Aiden.

Together.

The image of them kissing on the balcony played over and over in my head like a sick fucking joke.

In my house.

At my party.

With the guy she swore meant nothing.

I shouldn’t be surp...

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