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From the side of the room, he watched the little lamb. He’d been unable to take his eyes off her, in fact, tracking her from the moment she was dragged in behind the basketball player—a truly aspirational costume, given that the man couldn’t be more than five foot six—who deposited her unceremoniously in the kitchen with a woman she clearly had never met before.
Tonight, he simply didn’t want to feel alone for a little while.
But strangely, the lamb’s pulse didn’t lurch, her lips didn’t part in a gasp, her eyes didn’t ignite and then glaze over. She simply blinked away, uninterested. 8 Shock flooded him, and he was immediately—desperately—curious.
What kind of idiot brought the most beautiful girl to a tawdry, cacophonous party like this and deserted her? If only he knew there were monsters out there, waiting for their turn.
Madness, he thought to himself. This is what madness feels like, to want to exist in a moment that isn’t reality. And what a relief it was to know that he couldn’t fall in love with her, was incapable of it, because if this was a fraction of love, he would never be able to let her out of his sight.
“There’s—there’s something different about you,” she said. He fought a grin despite himself. “I’d hope so.” 29 She searched his eyes. “What are you?” Brigan stilled. Not who, but what.
“I slaughtered a corrupt king’s family.” It had been so long since he’d said this aloud; the words felt stiff and sharp, cutting his tongue as he spoke them. Her dark eyes went wide. “Oh. That’s . . . that’s deep.” “Oh, darling, that is only the very tip.” He winked.
“If I’d given you another, what was your final question going to be?” he asked her, his voice hoarse with emotion. Catalina looked up at him, her eyes adoring and concerned. “I was going to ask you whether you could fly.” He could; he could fly and glide and soar and dive, but right in that moment, with his soul and heart returned to him, with Catalina standing before him and their future spreading out ahead like a vibrant, luxurious tapestry, Brigan could only fall to his knees.