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paperbacks and hardcovers.
    A hush descended as he stepped into the library. The shocked silence had little impact on him. He checked out the queue waiting at the front desk. Three people manned the square mahogany counter, a male, an older, dark-haired female, and a younger blonde one, but no sign of her.
    He ignored the cautious but appreciative looks he received from the patrons and speculated with morbid reflection if they would continue admiring him if they knew what he was. A damned male who killed with no remorse, a being on a set course straight back to the very place that had made him what he was today. They’d definitely run screaming in the opposite direction.
    A sudden explosion of excited childish voices hit his ears. Blaéz stepped aside as a flurry of tiny feet stampeded his way and halted. Little faces stared up at him. Two young, female adults ushered them on but sent him coy smiles while trying to keep their charges in line. Seconds later, the door closed on their excited chatter.
    Blaéz brought his attention back to scanning for her. He tried to pick up on her elusive lilac scent and wondered at the state of his mind that he’d actually found out the name of the flower whose fragrance haunted him. Hedori hadn’t blinked an eyelid at his question — guess the butler was used to all their weirdness.
    Then the world around him slowed. His gaze fastened on the muttering female coming toward him from the far end of the library, carrying several hardcover volumes.
    Even with the distance, her scent reached out and yanked him by the chest. As if he’d awoken after a long sleep, warmth flowed through him like the rising sun. Greedily, he absorbed everything about her.
    A tight, black skirt an inch or so above her knees revealed long, tanned legs he wanted wrapped around his hips, his head — he really didn't care where, as long as they were around him. A simple, white, button-front top hugged her upper body and molded to her lush breasts. She’d put her curly hair up in a knot anchored with a pencil this time. Several strands had escaped their prison to frame a heart-shaped face he wanted to caress with his hands as he tasted her tempting mouth.
    She looked up and went utterly still. Unforgettable sunflower eyes met his. Impossible desire heated his blood and flowed to his groin. With sheer will alone, he tempered his needs.
    Then her eyes narrowed.
    The little spitfire didn't look happy. Good thing he had a thick hide. He wasn't leaving without what he’d come for.
    Her.
    ***
    Darci stumbled to a halt at the sight of Daniel’s rescuer standing just off the library’s entrance. Her stomach fluttered at his intense, pale-eyed perusal. Jeez, butterflies at her age? Pulling herself together, she gave him a cool look.
    What was he doing here? He certainly didn’t seem the type to indulge in reading — more like he’d be at home with thugs and assassins checking out guns, grenades, or whatever it was they used.
    Come on, Dars, just because the man wears black doesn’t make him a candidate for the mafia. For all she knew, he could be headed for the seminary.
    Still, she couldn’t look away. No leathers today. He looked like he’d stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine. Black tailored pants covered his muscled legs. The rolled up sleeves of his matching button down shirt revealed lightly tanned and powerful forearms. No matter the semi-formal attire, he couldn’t contain the air of peril he wore like a sexy second skin.
    And she was ogling a possible would-be priest. Wonderful.
    With heavy books weighing her arms down, she took a deep breath and got moving again.
    Darci set the hardcovers on the counter and met her co-workers’ curious gazes. Maria, older and unflappable, merely watched, but Irina, the new girl who’d started a few weeks ago to replace Wendy, who’d gotten married, gave her the thumbs up sign.
    Frowning, Darci turned. Her heart nearly leaped out of her chest to find him standing