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His cynical face had the wicked fascination of
a fallen angel and he had the strange olive-green
eyes of a sorcerer capable of conjuring both white
and black magic.
As Kendra s gaze met his across the crowded
room， she felt a queer breathless shock and her
hand tightened involuntarily oi1 the stein of her
cocktail glass. There was a mesmerizing intensity
about those deep-set eyes: she felt as though she
was wrapped in a shimmering lorce field of power.
And suddenly she felt weak and ineffectual. Then
one of the men in the little coterie surroundin~
Damon spoke to him and he glanced away，
releasing her.
Releasing? Good heavens， she was being fan-
ciful tonight! She made a conscious effort to relax
her death grip on her glass.
She must be more tired than she realized. Joel
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