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Damon's POV I look at her for a brief minute, trying to organize the thoughts in my head, according to what she just asked me right now. Yeah, I guess I should also ask myself that particular question. But there is actually something different from everything. The funny thing is that I am not pretending. Good goddess knows I am not pretending and the only thing my body is craving for right now is her. Crazy right? As it should be. So f*****g crazy. My worst enemy. The very person I swore with my entire being that I was going to detest till the day I joined my ancestors. I have always hated her presence and her kind. Just seeing her breathing usually gets me annoyed. But now, I don't know if I should even take my time to explain what happened because I don't even know how to