I don't understand, he said, and I believed him. His eyes went wide. I would have bet almost any amount of money, most of his arrests fell into those categories. That I'm never going to do anything to make how I feel about Jean-Claude, or Micah, or Nathaniel, or Asher, or, hell, Damian, okay.
Something that would blind you and take your life, unless you found shelter. I couldn't get her hands off of me without hurting her, and I still wasn't willing to do that. I smiled at him, it was a good smile, not flirting, though some men take it that way, just a good, open, honest, happy to have you smile. That angry gaze searched my face as if trying to find something.
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