The air within the antique store did not smell merely of old paper and dust; it smelled of centuries, and tonight it pulsed with a promise that caused Elara's skin to shiver not from fear, but from a dull, thrumming excitement. She had come in from the rain, wanting to get away from the rattle of thunder and the sudden summer storm, but she had discovered something far more fascinating waiting behind the register: two men who were far more than they seemed.The first, Kaelen, was a twisted knot of black power, dark, obsidian eyes that drilled into her clothes, through her skin, to the thrumming beat of her heart. The second, Lorian, was his opposite, gold hair and a smile with soft, evil possibilities, his very presence a golden warmth in the chill, crowded air. They approached with unblinked coordinated motion, eyes that arrested and held, and they had been gazing at her since she'd crossed over with a unified, ravenous purpose."You can feel it, can't you?" Kaelen's voice was the lo
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