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Sierra’s POV He felt familiar in the worst way. “Who is that?” Bella whispered, inching closer to me. “I don’t know,” I replied, my voice barely audible. But I wasn’t sure that was true. My heart was pounding, and something inside me stirred—something I didn’t understand. The man’s lips curled into a smile that was as predatory as it was confident. He moved through the crowd effortlessly, the guests parting for him like they could sense he didn’t belong. When he finally stopped in front of me, his gaze pinned me in place. “Sierra Smith,” he said smoothly, his voice laced with menace. “We finally meet.” I swallowed hard, my breath catching. “Who are you?” He chuckled, his eyes gleaming with something that made me feel like prey. “You don’t know me, but I know you. And trust me, you’r