His tall frame was draped in his customary black coat, the fabric hugging his lean, muscular shoulders. He turned his head slightly and my heart caught in my throat, taking in his knifelike cheekbones, his angular nose. He was imperial, imposing, perfect in his imperfections. He might have been mine. If I’d really wanted to claim him. My heart skipped a beat as he noticed me and turned fully around, his gray eyes glimmering with a hint of latent danger. In his own terrifying way, I knew Blake wanted me. In his own terrifying way, he might even believe he cared about me. But I knew the truth.
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