My stranger turned to me, and for one drawn-out moment, I forgot how to breathe. He dragged his attention over me, and I swore I felt his hunger turn ravenous through the layers of magic and the mask keeping his true face from me. For the first time, I wished to see him. To read each flicker in his gaze, to decipher exactly what he was thinking and feeling. To ink it permanently into my memory. Which was not something I should desire tonight or ever. He was looking at me so intensely, I wondered if he’d somehow figured out how to see through the magic disguising me. “You’re dangerously
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