And it took me a moment to realize he was speaking to the woman, as if I were the threat in the room. There were bouquets in every corner, works of art on the walls, golden filigree frames, chandeliers dripping with crystals. "My name is Lillian. I'm human," the woman offered. "And that is Marius. He is—" "I know what he is," I said, my voice croaking. Lillian dipped her head. "He is not a danger to you." "Unless you are a danger to her," Marius warned in a low snarl. And the woman, the human woman, sighed in amused acceptance, her lips quirking. She was blind, I realized, watching her stare
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