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Faefever  - Karen Marie Moning

I moistened my lips. His gaze fixed on them. I think I stopped breathing.

 

He jerked so sharply away that his long dark coat sliced air, and turned his back to me. "Was that an invitation, Ms. Lane?"

 

"If it was?" I asked, astonishing myself. What did I think I was doing?

 

"I don't do hypotheticals. Little girl."