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“And my hair?” I twisted a strand over my shoulder, batting my eyelashes right at Helki, enjoying the way his scowl deepened. “I always liked your hair,” he snapped. “It’s the colour of blood. I like blood.” Andel snorted, and I was surprised to find a savage smile on his face, his violet eyes fixed on Helki. “What in the name of Ledenaether do women see in you?” he asked. “An animal,” I answered for him. “Isn’t that right, beast?” I expected Helki to descend into a primordial rage, but instead, he smiled. He tried to hide it by wiping his hand over his face, but I caught the glint of amusement in his eyes. “Some women like that.” Vidrol chuckled, his magic constricting around my heart, drawing my eyes to his. “You’ve never wanted a man to rip your clothes off and sink his teeth into you, darling?” His eyes lightened, and the room grew quiet again. The silence was so pregnant I could hear every breath they drew. “No.” I forced a shrug, wondering why my heart was pounding so hard. “Sounds painful.” — Jane Washington