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“Are you done?" "Done?" I smiled sweetly. "Staring." He paused a beat, those absurdly long lashes sweeping when he blinked. Then it was as if a light went off in his head, and a slow, easy smile spread over his face. It transformed him. From brooding brute to beautiful man. The ice melted from his gaze, turning those green eyes too translucent sea glass. That gaze drew me in, impossible to look away from, even though a prickle of warning danced up my spine----because there was that evil smile to consider. Then he spoke in a deep, honey-laden drawl. "What's the acceptable time limit? How long did you stare last night?" Oh, no, no, no. The blood rushed from my face in hot prickles of horror. A strangled sound escaped my lips. Lucian leaned in, close enough that I caught a whiff of bitter chocolate and sweet oranges. Why did he have to smell like dessert? He sounded even better----hot cream and honey. "Did you like what you saw?" The question rippled over my skin, sank into my bones, a soft caress that dared me to answer yes.”

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