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~Damon's POV
The ride home was filled with Belinda's nonstop chatter. She had bags in both hands and a grin that reached her ears. Kael was helping her carry some of the heavier bags while Rowan responded to her every word with small nods and chuckles. I just leaned against the window, pretending to listen.
My mind wasn't on the shopping.
It wasn't even on Belinda.
It was on a stupid little doll.
And the girl it reminded me of.
As soon as we walked into the house, Belinda spun around and clapped her hands. "Nobody's going anywhere!" she sang. "I want to try everything I bought!"
Kael groaned. "Bel…"
She pouted. "Please? Just give me twenty minutes. I'll model them one by one. You all owe me, remember?"
Rowan laughed lightly. "We remember."
I sighed. "Alright. Let's get it over with."
