Chapter Eleven Mara POVI washed the same mug three times.I knew I was doing it. I just couldn't make myself stop.Through the open kitchen doorway I could hear him turning pages, the small sound of paper, deliberate and unhurried, the way he did everything. I had known him for three weeks and I already knew how he moved through a room, how he picked things up, how he listened, completely still, like whatever you were saying had his full attention whether he wanted to give it or not.That was the dangerous part. Not the way he looked. The way he listened.I set the mug down and dried my hands.When I came back to the doorway he had stopped reading. He was looking at Lily, who had tilted sideways against his arm in sleep with her mouth slightly open, thoroughly undignified, completely at peace. His expression was the kind that people usually had alone. Private. Soft at the edges. He hadn't heard me yet.I didn't announce myself.I watched him for three full seconds longer than I sho
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