12-12-2007, 01:57 AM
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indentHer eyes were roaring laughter. Ahren hated her sometimes, hated the fact she knew him for what he was, that she was the only woman who could dare as she dared. Once he had struck her—and once, she had called him by his father’s name. Because of that, he would never hit her again. He could not bear to see Damian in her eyes when she looked at him. His jaw tightened as she spoke, teeth clamped together so tight he imagined he might crush them. It took physical effort to release, to relax the muscles, to finally speak with ice on his tongue. “Do you think those kids you left in Europe remember you?”