THE LITTLE GIRL ASKED TO SIT WITH A STRANGER—BUT HER MOTHER NEVER EXPECTED THE MAFIA BOSS TO RECOGNIZE HER FACE

will pay you back when she gets here. I promise.”

“Consider it on me.”

For the first time in longer than he could remember, the corner of Damen’s mouth moved upward.

Lily ate carefully, slowly, like a child eating in someone else’s kitchen. Every minute or two, she looked toward the door. Damen watched without seeming to.

Her eyes were gray-blue.

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