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explanation. It was the way he looked at me that made the back of my neck prickle, as though he wasn't seeing a woman he'd j
most conversations, but somehow I noti
lowered their voices. A woman who had been laughing a second earlier suddenly looke
black. Not flashy, not trying to attract attention. He didn't n
it almost looked unreal. But his eyes were what held me. Damn.. those dark and cold were fixed di
My friend nudged my arm. "Don't." I frowned
ed walking toward us. My pulse betrayed me immediately. Ridiculous, right? I know.
hout him asking. And nobody seemed wil
t unnaturally pale. His eyes weren't merely dark. They were so deep I had the ridicu
mething. "Do I know you?" I asked. His expression
Something flickered across his face. Recognition... G
ticed. Of course he noticed. His gaze dropped briefly to my throat before returning
lder. Something my mind couldn't name. He held out
s hand was freezing. Not cold from being outside. Like freezing in a way I couldn't e
othing." He gave that stern look. "You look lik
eartbeat, I saw a corridor. Black marble, nlood smeared a
d of the corridor with blood covering h
was staring at me. He knew. "You saw something," he said q
He was staring at us. The stranger's expression hardened. Lucien ste
. Lucien walked toward him, i watched. They exchanged a few words too quietly for me to hear. Then th
tant." "That didn't look like
is expression. Concern; not for himself but me. "Who are
int smile touched his mouth. It was the first time he looked genuine
e left. Instead, I stayed. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was attraction. Maybe it was the str
His voice dropped. "
uld ask what he meant, his fingers brushed mine again. This time, the re
. They were crimson, and behind his lips, something
was almost afraid. Then he whispered the words that mad

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