“A beautiful girl like you doesn’t need this project to pad her résumé. Any hot-blooded professor would give you highest marks in a heartbeat.” Her panic crested like a white-capped wave, and then Effy saw him. He was sitting in the driver’s seat, where Ianto had only just been. His black hair was as slick as water. His skin was moonlight pale, and his eyes burned holes right through her, down to her blood, down to her bone. His fingers uncurled from the steering wheel and reached for her, nails long and dark and sharp as claws. She wasn’t wearing her seat belt, so when she flung the door
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