The change rolled over him, blasting dust out of the courtyard and into small dervishes that terrified the horses. He watched Lorelei the whole time. She was the only woman in the entire group that never once covered her eyes or averted her gaze. She watched him intently with an emotion that bordered on hate. He hadn’t expected that. Abraxas had seen many reactions to his change in form. Fear. Horror. Sadness. But no one had ever hated him so much as this woman. What had he done? He’d only been himself, and the thought that she couldn’t accept that made him angry. Angrier than he’d ever been
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