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Damien's POV. I cannot wipe off the cheeky smirk on my face as I stare down at Persephone. She has gotten undeniably bold today, although I'm sure its just a facade. She sits straight with her chin in the air and looks squarely at me, or at least tries to. Her eyes are shaky as hell as she stares at me, she keeps looking from my right eye to my left and then to the remaining parts of my face, as if contemplating where to rest her eyes. She's so nervous, I can see it. I can hear it too because her heartbeat sounds like a stampede. With her faux confidence, she looks into my eyes. "And so?" She says, her shoulders rising and falling in a poorly executed nonchalant shrug. A chuckle escapes my lips. "And so?" I repeat, although I clearly heard her the first time. I lean closer to her face