![]() ![]() ![]() And Dee and Daemon are affected by it.” He just stared at me, as if willing me to understand what he couldn’t put into words. ![]() With anyone else, that would’ve creeped the hell out of me, but I wasn’t afraid of Dawson. If I’d learned anything, Dawson was damaged goods. Thick, sooty lashes fanned the tips of high, angular cheeks that were paler than they should be. Michaels, my mom’s psycho boyfriend, had me locked in the cage in the warehouse was still reflected in my voice a week later.ĭawson lowered his gaze. “Um, is…is everything okay?” I cleared my throat, but the words came out raspy, like I was trying to sound sexy and, in my opinion, failing miserably. Maybe I was still asleep, because I really had no idea why Dawson, the twin brother of the boy I was madly, deeply, and quite possibly insanely in love with was perched on the edge of my bed. Eyes eerily familiar but lackluster compared to the ones I loved.Ĭlenching the blanket to my chest, I sat up slowly and pushed the tangled hair out of my face. I rolled onto my side and blinked.Įyes the color of dew-covered leaves stared into mine. The howling wind from the first hardcore blizzard of the year had calmed last night and my room was quiet. ![]()
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