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turned his head an

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daylight except I knew what those hands could do. I knew how that mouth tasted when

st gave out a

m was radiating control. The closer he got, the more the air thickened with cedar, smoke, and something d

weighed nothing, and stepped close

d off him. I caught the faint scent of last night s

"You look like you've s

ravel and smoke and pure sin. M

s brushing the inside of my forearm. Every nerve ending in my body lit up like he'

red to the velvet sofa

t seemed my legs h

nee, arm stretched along the back of the sofa like a kin

e. "I'm Julian... Julian Hong-Knight, the

y he'd growled it last night when he'd had me bent ove

re to be found. Nothing came out except

head, lifting

ords scraped out raw from my mou

ze flickered behind those eyes. He set his coffe

he said quietly. "How about my off

noticed my atmosphere but I don't kno

gree. He just turned and walked

o help me

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nd he approached it. He stepped inside, held

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he heat pouring off his body. He didn't look at me, just stared straight ahead, jaw tight, and one h

ingbird trapped

scent of whiskey filled the air. He walked to the bar, poured himself a glass and took

of the room, clutching

unlight cutting across his face and making t

estion," he

? Have we meet before

ther sip. "

"You.... I..." I started

his lips. Then he smiled in

d sensing something deadly with each step. He finally stopped as soon as the

voice low and lethal. I could lit

ast night, yo

y, his lips brushing my ear and he lowered his head t

hat I'd just walked into a trap, one that