MYSTERIOUS LOVER #1: FALCONE

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ng to my feet, the tingle of adrenal

ad been br

nything while listenin

ed, The Great ML avoided it and kept moving as quietly

a crash. He wou

or the phone. also a baseball bat I ne

had the potential to cause harm, I w

hed up the phon

nature of yo

e here, in the home. I live at three, three, two Magsaysay Av

red that globe of snow. It was a snow globe by Rosina Wachtmeister with a cheerful cat inside, little f

rape me if I used it to

ptoes to the other wall, where I lea

My heart was racing so quickly that I could hear it in

Even though I couldn't he

hallway could be

ohmygosh

. Even though I wasn't sure if it was the proper or incorrect

en minutes.

of it was locked. In an effort to learn when The Great ML will arrive, I

ke a lot of noise,

aked thanks t

noticed a man's hand in the shadows, fingers exte

, so I stopped. I wanted to make a statement if I was going

now globe, the door

ere wer

u very m

. The footsteps were quicker, and I co

ere was

gged my joyful kitten snow

hen, looking int

tered against one of my knees, my arms were tight around

ed. Caftans weren't renowned for being hot, but this one was, owing to the fact that it was clinging in all

ops. They were roaming around my living room, looking at things and dipping spoons i

nce had been damaged, and that a light in the living room t

er who led me through the home was informed by me,

o four, four officers turned into six, and now there were eigh

ra, way freaked out) that they seemed to be taking this seriously enough to send a large contingent of off

bedroom, and I doubted he was seeking my Wachtmeister snow globe, it a

was wrong, and that some

something intriguing appeared to be happen

ixated

kind of cosmic

and the collar of his leather jacket, his thick hair was slightly curled. His eyes have a soul. His jaw was firmly set. He was dressed in dark brown leather, a chocolate brown turtleneck underneath,

ld have committed a felony but was certainly antisocial, so he was excluded. One was unpleasant, enigmatic, and a jerk, so he was kicked out. And this one wasn't terrifying;

y as he came into the kitchen, grabbed a chair, twisted it ar

elbows on knees, hi

he inquired, his v

against

s Connor M

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a cop," I whispered softly, ke

he had anticipated. He probably expected a "Hi

" he in

e you care about and they say something you can't hear, you don't say, 'What?' 'Mm?' you say. 'Re

his gaz

translated into English. You are a savior and protector for

s gaze on m

nds like a so

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f one,"

vely one,

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s shoulder, his torso straightened, a

d I kept my cheek to my kne

ful ML was st