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Totally under his guard. And he was completely under hers. No good could come of this. She was going up against him in the way she had most wanted to avoid, but couldn’t stop herself.

“Grace,” she breathed.

His palm settled against her cheek, fingers in her hair. “Grace?”

“Grace is beauty. And even if it’s not bright, no one will deny the grace of a born hunter.”

He licked his lips, and all of her attention was suddenly riveted on his mouth.

“They may not deny it, but what happens when they’re still afraid?”

Did he lean in the slightest bit? Was the hand against her cheek shifting to hold her in place?

She’d gone too far.

Fascinated, terrified, she watched him carefully enunciate his next words. “Does it make them human? Or does it make them prey?”

If he did it she’d run. If he did it she’d run. She didn’t care if he chased her down, she didn’t care if he stood and laughed, she didn’t care if he hated or mocked her forever, she’d take off, she’d get as far away from him as possible and keep that distance between them because she’d meant to save her first kiss for another guy and she’d hoped that things would work out but he’d run, he’d bolted, he’d disappeared and left her neck-deep in mind games with an insane, possessed, bloodthirsty wreck of a human that just happened to be looking at her like she was something new, something intriguing, something . . . special?

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Não sei expressar o quanto eu amo isso. Pareço idiota, mas eu amo amo amo muuuito mesmo. Droga, a vergonha me consome ao mesmo tempo em que praticamente leio isso quase todos os dias, poucas coisas prendem minha atenção por tanto tempo (desde 2006).

E tenho vergonha sim de gostar tanto de uma coisa dessas, mas é muito fucking bem escrito, não consigo parar de gostar, não adianta. Pena que sou a única que admira isso e fica emocionada sempre nas mesmas partes.