"Screw off," Damon muttered, his voice barely audible over the rowdy ambiance of the tavern. The clinking of mugs, boisterous laughter, and myriad scents of ale, roasted meat, and other food assaulted his senses. Leona Valefier, undeterred, stared at him with an unsettling intensity.
"I insist. You have to fight me. Now."
Damon bit his lip. He had no desire to become a casualty of her whims.
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