{~Nathaniel Cross~}She looked up at me, fear in her blue-ish green eyes. The darkness hid my form, and with my head at a higher level, she couldn't tell who I really was. That fear slowly shifted into something cold. That's my girl. Cherry would never let fear hold her hostage. If she were in danger, then she'd do something to either get herself out of it or to ensure that the person who hurt her gets out with enough injuries to make them regret it. I leaned in before she could act, reaching for the light switch. My fingers hovered over it, and for a split second, I contemplated turning it on so I could see the marks she was wearing so proudly. But I didn't. “Cherry,” I murmur, and her cold expression vanishes. She shudders, her scent spiking. Unlike me, Cherry hadn't bothered with a scent patch. I used one to mask my scent entirely. The last thing I need is someone who knows me and is smart enough to see past everything, pointing out the connection loudly enough for people to h
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