Don't Fall For Mr. Hart
I squinted my eyes, trying to look at their faces.
"Oh. My. God." I almost choked on the air I was breathing.
"What is it?" Bastian asked, following my line of sight. "Do you know who they are?"
I nodded, taking in the dignified posture, the movements, the aura of absolute authority around HIM—the man from Angelica Butterfly's mansion. Acknowledging that fact, I couldn't help the hysteric laughter that built in my throat. "I saw the one with black hair before," I admitted. "Except, when I last saw him, he was half naked..."
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