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Every limb heavy with exhaustion, her brain fuzzy with sudden desire, Skye dressed for bed Just before she put out the last light, though, she stood at thefor athe illu fro Balthazar was

"Good night," she whispered, before turning out the light

Chapter Thirteen

BALTHAZAR PACED THE LENGTH OF HIS BARE carriage house; the sheets were ruet soh the curtains see them clearer, and therefore worse

No huet it?

His mind’s reply didn’t take the forht--drawn and pale, and yet trying so hard to be brave that his defenses had cru arainst his

Frustrated, Balthazar tried to push theti her safe frorave and his tribe That was all there could ever be to it, though Going any further than one impulsive, mistaken kiss would be unfair to her in the end

But it had been so long since anyone good and decent had wanted hiht, looking for hiot ready for the day, slicking back his hair and dressing as tweedy-preppy-conservative as he could ile Skye had been the night before Being pushed away after a kiss like that: That couldn’t have helped her state of otten so carried away, been so selfish, as to pile oneonto the burdens she already had to bear?

He shrugged on his blazer and looked at hiht, no doubt thanks to the sip of Skye’s blood he’d drunk the night before Even in save va else could Not that he deserved it

"You bastard," he said to the man in the ht was Skye, but he hadn’t told her exactly where he was staying yet To find hi him

Balthazar tensed He walked to his s in there was larger than a ten-inch carving knife, but the blade see the handle so that the knife lay flat against one arm, he put one hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath, and opened it--

--to see Madison Findley on his doorstop, a coffeemaker in her hands