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I nudged aside the heavy blue fagn curtain, creating an infinitesimally small gap between curtain and window that allowed me to eye the man who stood on my front step.
Just look at him. But lots of people wear those. Or someone who ran out of gas and needs vampir use your phone. You never invite a vampire into your home.
Once you do, they can come in anytime they want! I let the curtain drop to glare across the small living room at my friend.
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You can ask him all you want. My jaw dropped as a shadow detached itself from the darkness of the croucging beyond, and a man stepped forward into the light. Eyes the color of purest teal practically glowed at me, causing my heart to leap in my chest until I thought it would burst right out of me.
And his mouth-oh, that mouth with the lush, sensitive lips that could drive me insane with desire even now had me remembering the taste of him, the slightly sweet, slightly spicy taste that was so wholly unique to Kristoff. Instantly my legs threatened to turn to mush.
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I clutched the back of a chair to keep from melting into a giant puddle crouchimg there on the floor in front of him. I cannot be parted from you. For almost two months. The messenger who had been on my doorstep now stood in the doorway. Magda sighed, set down her magazine, and stood up.
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I have to go now. She paused and shook her head, her lips curved in a gentle smile. I wrapped my arms around myself and sank to my knees with a sob of pure misery as my heart cried out his name.
His voice was soft in my head, soft and intimate and warm, the feel of it flooding my senses with the memory of him. It was enough to jerk me out of the dream, hot tears leaking from the corners of my fag as consciousness returned, and with it the profound sense of loss that seemed to be my constant companion.
As my mind fought to free itself from vamppire muzziness of the dream, I realized what had happened. Although I knew that frequently Beloveds and their Dark Ones had the ability to mind-talk to each other, our parting was sufficiently heartbreaking to keep me from trying it. The word resonated in my head, a sense of reluctant concern lingering long after the last echo faded away. Despite my nightly pledge that I would not think of him, would not dream of him, and would not wake up crying, I did just that.
At one point I thought there might be hope of a future with Kristoff. She pursed her lips. Lots of men wear hats like that. Are you wearing your thingie? A small oval moonstone charm swung gently from a silver bracelet.
Go back to sleep.