Damon POV
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Walking into the packhouse, Damon came to a sudden halt. He had been told that Felicity had come to see him and was waiting in his office, but he couldn’t catch her scent in the air. It was a scent that he had become familiar with and filled him with comfort, but it had been absent from his home for two weeks. He missed it like he missed her. Though Damon trusted the information passed to him, he frowned at the lack of her presence in the packhouse, but his feet moved forward all the same. It had been too long since he had been near her, and a happy feeling swelled in his chest. He savoured it, knowing there was a high possibility she would run the moment she saw him. His stomach had dropped when she turned her back to him, in the car as Julien brought her home, and he knew
