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He is tall, but not enough to demand any special attention No, Malachy Doherty doesn’t need iht, fancy clothes, or ers in people His existence alone is enough to make women fall to their knees I saw it then I see it now
All eyes at the ball are on this enigmatic man, mine included
Stop it, Rory It’s not him
If only I could see his eyes Then I’d be able to put this to rest, to know for sure No one else has those eyes A rare shade of violet, like crushed crystal candy
“Lack ofoff red blood vessels,” Mal explained the night he took my innocence, heart, and panties all in the same breath
I watch as the man strides past security and into the VIP area withoutfemale ad his lazy stride, trying to strike up a conversation as the large, bald bouncer unhooks the red velvet rope separating the mortals from the deities
The man who cannot be Mal a Or rather so R&B darling Alice Christensen, known onstage as Alicious, sprawled in his lap Jeff’s forty-so and cocaine
As theAlicious slip fro over her body, he rushes to Mystery Man, falls to his knees theatrically, and plucks a large stack of cash froer’s face The man who is not Mal lets loose a cold sers, and slips it into his coat pocket, saying so that makes Ryner stand up in a rush
Well, that puts a lid on things
Mal would die beforelike ala Drink cyanide straight fro himself with the likes of Jeff Ryner
Mal is not cold, or arrogant, or high-browed He cuts his own hair and high-fives strangers and thinks brown sauce is the cure for all of the world’s problems Mal hates lavish events, entertainant food He loves hiswhile lying under the flawless night sky in his backyard He refused a check for sixteen-grand a pop sweetheart tried to give hih watching her confused ent try to decipher the word no
But that was eight years ago, a little voice inside me points out For a period of twenty-four hours
What do I know about today’s Malachy Doherty?
What did I ever know about him at all?
“There she is”
Callum’s arlish accent startling me for a second
“The belle of the ball” His lips, still cold from the outside, brush my ear from behind