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Chapter 3
Chapter 3 The dark-haired Morgan, Damien, sat in front of her during the ceremony. Damien might smell like autumn forests but he also had that “don't mess with me” sneer on his face—just as he’d had ten years ago. Memories plagued her. Serenity's father had spoken to Damien at their family dining table. She remembered him as a gangly young twenty something, but he was now a guarded man a few years older than her. She didn’t know what they’d discussed. It was probably for the best, but it was a reminder to keep her guard up. Now her father was in federal prison and Damien probably deserved to go there as well. More memories ran through her mind. Her father and Damien had worked on some “project” a few years ago for Mitch Morgan that was the primary evidence in the case against her own fa
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