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Mathin turned his attention to his blade as he flicked it off, transforming it back to the dagger she was used to seeing at his side. When he looked up again, his eyes were once again black.

“Enjoying yourself?” He asked dryly, sending a warning glance at her herd of admirers.

To a man they stepped away, clearing a space between them.

Instead of closing the distance, he folded his arms and waited to see why she’d sought him out. The difficult and sleepless night he’d just passed had not left him in the best of moods.

When Andrea walked toward him, determination in her eyes, his brow rose in grudgin