The Fine Print of Falling
“Just be cool. Be mysterious. Be—”
“Good evening.” His voice was deep, cultured, with an edge of something darker underneath. Like velvet wrapped around a blade.
Up close, Alexander Lockwood was devastating. Not handsome in the conventional sense, but compelling in a way made handsome seem irrelevant. His eyes were gray, or maybe green, or some color shifting depending on the light. They were fixed on me with the same unsettling intensity I’d felt from across the room.
“I’m sorry, I don’t—” Maya started.
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