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She was the golden-haired girl in a sea of ht over her, and then I’d seen those eyes of hers, colorless and cold and strange

Quickly, I backtracked and grabbed another cup, sloshing cranberry juice into it with shaking hands She see, she’s happy, it’s fine, and I tried to summon up the confidence I’d need to wander into a rooust? I couldn’t see hi--or God, even if she would coain, slowly I didn’t want to scare her off At the edge of the crowd, I dodged the waving ar about Banksy, and put ht

She didn’t seearette froht?" she asked in her low, hoarse voice These artists spoke English, then, or at least recognized the gesture, because three different hters Holold-plated Zippo, and for the barest second, she locked eyes with ust nals, too "I didn’t think this was your kind of scene," he said loudly, e fro me a drink"

"I lost you in the crowd" One of the led "Is this your kind of scene?"

"No," he said, low in his throat, and it wasn’t in response to ust called with a wave

The closest ray hair, saw August and gave him a cursory wave back He clearly wasn’t interested in anything August had to say; instead, he bent to whisper in Holmes’s ear She beamed up at hiuard," August uard He doesn’t work for Milo I didn’t know he’d be here tonight"

"Is that how you know this place? You’ve been here with your brother? Hadrian?"

August nodded, the barest ust shook his head no

He had been He had been talking to his criminal cretin of an older brother all this ti at le him If eren’t in public--

"Michael," he said to et a drink"

The giant man held up his cup in response as he walked away Holled with his