One 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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