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He frowned and took a step toward her "That’s not--"

"No!" She scraht fall into his arain!

"Keeley--"

An unfa hi with hostility, she faced off with the newcoically scarred by sword and fire, she would guess His eyes were mismatched, one blue, one brown He wore a black tuxedo T-shirt and ripped jeans

Overall, he had a rugged quality she couldn’t help but admire

That didn’t irl, Scarface," she said, flashing a semiautomatic into her hand A bullet to the head wouldn’t kill hied brain would probably forget Oh, well

All around her, the roo his aruy isn’t an enemy He’s Lucien, my friend"

The name echoed in her mind until she made a connection Lucien, Lord of the Underworld Keeper of Death A by-the-rule-book iht actually rival her own

When Galen had told her about his personal experience with each of the warriors, she’d been er Lucien had just ushered in the change she’d feared Torin was no longer hers, and hers alone If he’d ever been hers at all

"Fine I won’t slay hi stopped "See? I reirl"

Torin offered her a half s to face his friend

Lucien locked eyes with hirinned, his joy unmistakable "It’s you You’re really here"

"I am" Torin’s voice held the same note of joy

Keeley suddenly felt like a voyeur

With their long, powerful legs, they quickly ate up the space between the to take the other ht hi to give both Lucien and Keeley his profile, Torin dropped his arm to his side

He closed his eyes for a moment, breathed deeply "Sorry," he muttered When next he focused, he was pale but deter, he blamed Keeley for his lack of restraint

Must hide my pain

"I’m sorry I missed your call," Lucien said "Asha Anya hide a corpse"

Anya? Know that name From Galen? Or one of her spies?