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My hurried walk transformed into a light jog, Sora’s contagious enthusiasm enough to hush some of my own tension and exhaustion - ↑ Until the breath was pulled from my lungs, and I jolted backward, my arms flailing wildly in an attempt to avoid following the rest of me to the ground. But a force pulled me back, straightening me before my ass hit the pavement. I grunted from the whiplash, frozen, as a bus slammed into the crosswalk I should have been standing in. My heart beat loud and angry in my ears as I processed the close miss. I tried to take a breath, but my chest still felt tight, my body sizzling with adrenaline. My ears buzzed with the sound of my blood rushing, like I was suddenly acutely aware of every molecule I was composed of. Close was an understatement. I’d been half a second away from delivering up corpse pancake. When I looked down, I found a large, pale hand wrapped around my forearm like a vise. It was, perhaps, strange to describe a hand as beautiful, but that was the immediate thought my justrescued brain plucked and served up for me to linger on. The fingers were thin and smooth, and I felt their warmth sear my skin through my jacket. The hand’s porcelain skin looked soft and velvety, save for the light puckering of veins that appeared unusually dark in comparison. I glanced up. The hand was attached to an equally beautiful man. Messy but stylish silver-white hair, dark brows, pale skin covered in intricate tattoos that snaked up his neck. And the eyes - they were a color I couldn’t quite decide on. Dark green, flecks of amber, almost hazel, but unlike any hazel eyes I’d ever seen. If mesmerizing came in a shade, this was it. Continue reading VEIL OF DEATH AND SHADOW Free in Kindle Unlimited! 📚 www.amazon.com/dp/B0DQKCKW3N