Remember Natasha from previous snippets? Well, she’s starting to rub shoulders with persons that make the main character of my novel get chills.
My breath hitched involuntarily in my throat; my fears for Natasha rose sharply. I was wary of their unabashed, obvious beauty. That did not come without a caveat in my sort of existence; there lay—and I was yet to determine what sort of—danger.
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