[ See, here is where Dom really wishes there was a heartbeat for him to spy on. At least he'd be able to tell how much of her is an act, how much of it is pure … whatever it is, and how long it'll last before those fangs are on her mind as much as they are on his. ]
Okay… [ Syllables split to emphasize his tone, he moves away from the desk and toward the bed. ] What's the magick game, then? I'm guessing you don't mean the cards.
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Okay… [ Syllables split to emphasize his tone, he moves away from the desk and toward the bed. ] What's the magick game, then? I'm guessing you don't mean the cards.
[ Unless she's secretly a nerd. ]