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61 | Bombshells
◇ KEL ◇
Belgrade, Serbia
"Stop staring."I blinked at the guy wearing a black button-down and a frown, my senses almost recovering from the numbing shock. The guy's warning snapped me out of the daze almost instantly.
Was I hallucinating? Or was this just a nightmare?
"Act normal," Niccolo mumbled. A sigh of what I could tell was annoyance was his initial reaction to my speechlessness. He even scowled at me as if my utter shock bothered him a great deal. "Wanna eat something else? Drinks?"
I couldn't stop the palpable throbbing in my chest. As if the sight of a dead man asking me what I'd like for brunch wasn't traumatizing enough, the guy even poured me a glass of water, his movements impressively calm and casual.
"Sorry." Niccolo leaned forward so we could resume talking quietly. "You good to talk?"
I distractedly glanced past the large crowd arou
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