“Asleep he’d been more of a temptation than she wanted. He’d looked relaxed and gentle.Inviting.Awake he looked dangerous.And still inviting.She would give the goddess credit, Artemis had exquisite taste in men; and to Tabitha’s knowledge, and according to Amanda’s words, there was no such thing as an ugly Dark-Hunter.”

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