LEON'S POVAfter the call with Rose, I couldn't go back to sleep.The moonlight was doing a terrible job of illuminating my desk, casting long, skeletal shadows across my manuscript. My fingers were cramped, hovering over the keyboard, but for the first time since I started writing, I couldn't get the words right.For three years, Damian both as a real person and as the character in my story, had been a collection of golden traits, sunlight in his hair, a soft, warm laugh, a gentle but dominating disposition that made my heart ache. But tonight, when I tried to describe his touch in the scene, the words came out wrong.His hand didn't feel soft on my body. It felt possessive. Calloused. Heavy.I frowned, deleting the sentence. I tried again. He looked at me with eyes like a saint’s.No. That wasn't it. The eyes in my mind were dark-green, predatory, and amused.They weren't looking at me with devotion, they were looking at me with the same hungry, half-lidded stare I’d seen across the
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