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Why She Left
What is on her mind? He couldn't resist being curious.
Shrugging she mouthed she wasn’t hungry.
The hell she's not! Brows rising he eyed her in obvious skepticism.
Pointedly looking away, she tried to consume as much food as her unsteady appetite would allow. But the pink just beneath the flaky top layer made bile rise in her throat.
Glancing up she saw he now gave vague attention to the conversation Almora and Lonnix had been having, across him.
Plucking at a hunk of meat gripped in one hand, he put the small portion in his mouth. As Lon said something to him, dimples appeared and there was a quick flash of even white teeth.
The brightest sort of smile on such a typically dark countenance.
His strange good looks combined with aggressive masculinity. Making him nearly mesmerizing.
How long had it been since he’d given her that smile? In some ways she envied Lon.
In many ways, she envied Almora
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