No Audio*The club pulsed with life, music thumping like a heartbeat. Nyx stayed at the edge of the crowd, her gaze sharp but unobtrusive. Her target: Damon.
He stood on a balcony, whiskey glass in hand, exuding danger. Their eyes met briefly, and she felt a sharp awareness from him, as if he knew exactly who she was.
Damon raised his glass toward her, a cryptic smile, before disappearing through a private door.
Nyx set her glass down and followed him. The dangerous game had begun.*
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