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him now, she realized that he didn’t look anything like
he ought to. He was some sort of fiend, but he looked
like a man. A beautifully sculpted, smiling man. Older
than her. Maybe thirty. Shoulder-length blond hair,
thick and wavy, tied back at his nape, a few strands
falling free to frame his face. Chiseled features.
Slashing cheekbones. A hard, square jaw dusted by
dark gold stubble.
Handsome, in an all-edges, no-curves kind of way.
His good looks made everything worse.
He was a handsome monster that ripped out hearts
without a flicker of emotion.
A monster who’d saved her life. Who’d set her free
and examined her wounds with solemn-faced concern.
Wrapped her in his decadently warm jacket. And fed
her a lemon-flavored sucker.
Barely daring to breathe, she held still as he bent his
head and tore through the rope at her ankles. The second they were free, she scuttled awkwardly along the
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wall, trying to get away. Her prickling, numb limbs
refused to properly obey her command. She didn’t get
far. A wide metal duct jutting out of the wall stopped
her dead.
He followed her.
“Relax. We’ve already established that I’m not
going to kill you tonight.”
That was reassuring. Not going to kill hertonight.
“Do tell. Tomorrow night, then? Next week?” She
couldn’t stop herself from looking over at the corpses.
