At the last moment, the figure stopped inches away from her. And for a breath, Ezren only stared. The man was middling in stature with dirty-blond curls and a bushy beard covering his jaw. His face had a haggard, worn expression to it, and his body moved with a wiry hardness that was completely foreign to her. But his eyes were impossible to forget. So dark they looked almost black, they stared at her with such profound awe, it stole her breath away. Because they were just like hers. “Ezren.” Her name escaped from his mouth like a whispered prayer, his hands hovering inches away, as if afraid
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