“What is it that you want with me, Baka?”
He looked at her in a predatory way that, she sensed, had nothing to do with blood. “The same thing any man who isn’t blind would want from you.” Elora arched a right eyebrow and took another sip of golden liquid as she waited for him to spell it out. “Your phone number.”
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Victoria Danann,
My Familiar Stranger
