His body seemed to enlarge before her eyes, his back straightening, his posture becoming rigid, his muscles contracting under his t-shirt. It was a mesmerizing change exactly like it had been in the dark of the night, as if the shift in molecules around him reached the molecules around her in a ripple effect, vibrating against her skin. The pencil that he had been spinning, the one she had thought could be an effective weapon, was suddenly against the blond’s eye, an inch away as both men went quiet. “I will happily use your blood as paint if you ever threaten me again,” he warned, his tone
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