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bright yellow-golden eyes were alarming to look at and were far more unnatural than his peerless white-skinned face shadowed by a white feather lined hood of his long icy-blue cloak that hid his entire body except his arm that was outstretched from its cover.
    “You know this girl?” demanded the vendor with a snarl.
    The young man smiled pleasantly. “Unfortunately I do, she’s my ward. Please forgive her lack of social etiquette. We are not often in town.”
    The vendor snorted and to Ange’s disbelief he let her go with an unfriendly push, she stumbled back with a gasp and was suddenly stopped as a hand grasped her arm and steadied her, she found herself paralyzed with shock and in the strange man’s arm in a protective hold.
    “She was sneaking around like a thief,” the vendor accused angrily as he pointed a fat finger at Ange, his voice quavered nervously. His other hand hung to his side and to Ange’s surprise his wrist was bruised purple.
    The strange man bowed his head slightly. “I do apologize, I promise it will not occur again,” he turned his eyes to Ange and she found herself petrified as she met his gaze fully, it was like staring into the eyes of a predator before it ate its prey, a quiver of fear raced through her. His smile was deceivingly friendly.
    “Apologize to the man for your rudeness, go on,” he coaxed.
    Ange’s fear suddenly vanished as her brows met in outrage. He smiled more sweetly revealing his teeth, a shudder took Ange as she took notice of the length of his sharp canines. She gulped nervously and turned her gaze back to the angry vendor who looked like he was struggling to hold back his own fear as he gazed at the mysterious man.
    Ange swallowed and turned her eyes to the vendor, feeling her pride damaged and her mind fill with appall. “Sorry,” she stated flatly and without sincerity.
    She felt the man’s hand tighten slight on her arm and she couldn’t help wincing as she turned her gaze to him, she glared unflinchingly and without remorse.
    A spark of humor and annoyance flashed in his eyes but his friendly smile did not falter as he relaxed his lips together again and turned to the vendor.
    “How much for the magron fruit?” he asked politely.
    Ange suddenly remembered the two large pieces of fruit she held close and the form of temptation that led her to her current dilemma.
    The man blinked, startled, as he stuttered to reply. “A- A cubix for two,” he stated.
    The mysterious man nodded and from his coat he pulled out five silver square coins, called squrions, and snapped them together to form a cubix and passed it to the vendor.
    The vendor plucked the payment quickly from the cloaked man’s gauntlet covered palm as if fearing injury. Ange noticed that the gauntlet had long curved silver metal claws at the end of each finger, flawlessly part of the ivory metalwork and intricate silver designs that adorned its surface.
    Ange felt suddenly more nervous, how was she ever going to get away from this man with breathtaking beauty, frightening yet mesmerizing eyes, and probably expensive fancy armor and the likeliness of a long sol-energized weapon underneath his coat?
    She mentally groaned in despair, how embarrassing if Daren saw her now and she hoped he hadn’t come looking for her.
    “Come,” ordered the man with a kind tone in his voice which Ange was starting to suspect he was forcing.
    She found herself being pushed forward as the man refused to let go. She didn’t struggle, well aware she would make the vendor suspicious of being fooled. She got herself out of being turned in as a thief or having her own wanted sign for today, now she had to figure out what the man wanted for his timely intervention. She fidgeted nervously under his metallic hold on her arm as her heart raced in hysteria.
    He glanced down at her momentarily before he gazed ahead as they walked down the street and to her alarm, in the direction she had left Daren.
    “Relax,” the man