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There was nothing special that ju that would make her unique She felt mortal, but she couldn’t be, because there’d be no reason Apollo would want e chick Unless this was another warped form of punishment, and hell, that actually wouldn’t surprisehts My gaze dropped to where ers curled around her slender wrist The skin aroundher I dropped my hold as if her skin had scalded hthat I hadn’t truly intended to harm her

Sometimes I wasn’t quite sure what my intentions were any as she spoke "Other than a heart-stopping hot guy with obvious boundary issues and probleht I was a heart-stopping hot guy? Well, of course she did

"God Justthe skin around her wrist and eyeing me with more than just a hint of distrust "Why do all the hot ones have to be such freaking D-bags?" She pushed up to her feet Her eyes ainst the wall "What do you want?"

Seth, what do you want? Those words frory, whiskey-colored brown eyes I drew back so fast I was surprised I hadn’t given myself whiplash

"You knohat? I don’t want to know It’s probably a good thing that I don’t I’ht, sounds good to "

An odd sense of déjà vu washed over me as she pushed past me--literally knocked her shoulder into

"Crazy asses," she net"

I turned as she hurried down the steps, away from me like I was the maniac people didn’t want to meet in a dark alley And well, that wouldn’t be too far from the truth Some would probably prefer to come face to face with a harpy instead of me

At a set of doors, she stopped to look over her shoulder, and again, I was struck by the familiarity of those deep, dark-blue eyes, of the curve of a stubborn jaw and chin, and bow-shaped, pouty lips Froe point, I could really see her now If that oversized sweater weren’t hiding her ass, I bet it wouldtwo people I knew and ether to for

Then she was gone, slipping out the doors, and I was left standing on the landing like a dickhead

Seth, what do you want?