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... a distance. Wild dark hair that caught the morning light like spun midnight, a predatory grace that spoke of deadly skill barely contained, and green eyes that seemed to find amusement in everything they surveyed.
’No,’ Jack thought, his stomach dropping toward his boots. ’Please tell me that’s not who I think it is.’
But even as denial rose in his mind, he could pick out the details that confirmed his worst suspicions. The perfectly fitted black leather armor that highlighted ev ...
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