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... ected him to return, nor had she expected him to linger. She had assumed he would take one glance at her sleeping figure and leave—but he didn't.
Even with her eyes closed, she could feel his presence. She was an assassin; her senses were always sharp, always aware.
But then he moved closer.
Her pulse quickened, and she had to force herself to remain calm. Why did his presence always unnerve her? She had faced monsters, demons in human skin, and yet this man—this vampire— ...
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