Page 150 of The Tide Don't Break
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Ali snorts on the other end. “Tell Damon I said hi.”
She ends the call just as he falls into stride beside her, effortlessly matching her pace.
“You stalking me now, Damian?” she asks, voice syrupy-sweet and venom-laced.
The annoyance flashes in his eyes, sharp and immediate. “You know it’s Damon,” he bites. “And if I were stalking you, I’d at least bring coffee.”
“Try holy water next time.”
He smirks again, unbothered.
She doesn’t give him the satisfaction of a longer conversation. She picks up her pace, tossing a breezy, “See you in court, Scott,” over her shoulder.
And just like that, she disappears into the trees, ponytail swishing behind her.
Baby…let the games begin.
