Chapter 22

Damian’s POV

Training Hall.

The taut string of the bow stretched well as I pulled it back, my fingers held onto it tightly. I exhaled slowly, releasing the arrow, and it went through the air, rimming itself into the post

Good shot. But it wasn’t enough to quiet my thoughts.

I reached for another arrow from the quiver strapped to my back, my mind unwillingly drifting to the fiery redhead from yesterday again the one who had cussed me out, stolen my wallet, and then cried dramatically when she realized who I was.

I laughed quietly at the memory.

Who was she?

I wasn’t one to dwell on people, let alone random women I encountered on the street. But I couldn't get my mind off this particular one.

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