Betsy And The Books

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I met his gaze across the dress salon, and everything around us faded. I didn’t know how I felt about the look he was giving me.  It was too much but not enough at the same time. His eyes were dark, hot coals, and I was the flame they craved. Even in the middle of the shop with others surrounding us, he made me feel like I was the only person in the room. The only person that mattered. 
In the Wake of the Wicked (The Veridian Empire, #1)
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