Ben Judd
Parallel Universe
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His gaze narrowed
blankly on her averted face. She lifted her head, a frown pleating
her pale brow. His voice broke the silence, low and slightly
husky. Furiously angry, her eyes met his. He sounded polite
now, urbane. She had to stop herself snapping, deliberately
keeping to one word. He gave no emphasis to the words, no expression,
yet his voice was loaded with meaning. She looked into the narrowed
silvery grey depths and felt as though she was being sucked
into a whirlpool. He laughed, a low grown of genuine amusement.
She felt very close to tears again and she was desperate that
he should not see her cry. He released her chin, allowing her
the privacy of lowering her eyes again.
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The Awakening
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