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use you've already lost so much? Or becoming so attached to the one person y
both were
ause this town had taken my mother and father from me. The cause of their deaths
ch hunt, I would
en box that was all that remained of the woman who'd been my only family. The priest had refused to come. The townspeo
t cry.
ld be her last Christmas. Now I was struggling alone to fulf
f the Rose bloodline, returning to a place where people looked at me as if they wanted me dead. My red pickup climbed the
became clear it was a vehicle, hood open, and a man examining the engine. Despite the
f on me. I thought about driving past. But damn it. I cou
pped out of the car, I started shivering. Okay, I'm someone who gets cold
lled out. "Hello. Look
at gaze made a cold settle inside me that had nothing t
dark silver eyes, chiseled features,
st a little. Don't
his eyes. "Yes," he said. "You could
was whe
his car. Seriously embedded. Wasn't this man seeing this?
s like a giant came and stuck this tree
time ago." Then his eyes focused on me with a meaningful look. "This
ink I can find you a witch or a wolf right now." I pointed to my car.
when he smiled. For a moment, I could have s
ing you," he said,
over my shoulder. "You won't bother me as long as
his car and came over. The moment he got in, his expression changed. M
were a bit co
said with a smile.
ances, being watched by such a handsome man might have been flattering. But
said, briefly glancing at him
led sheepishly. "I'm sorry. You're just so
I said, pulling a face. "I'm starting to think
re you always
s came out before I could stop them. "Let's call it my wa
d at hi
n this man's face there was neither surprise nor anything else. As if he already knew.
as uns
asked, "I'm sorry. Did
my only family. I loved
n why are you stil
ned, especially not in the way the townspeople questioned me, like they
rows. "For Christmas," I said. "I
he had the look of someone who under
k for the res
topped the car. He got out and came to the
is Joe,
y hand. "Eva
ed. I could see the sly grin settling in. "
ows came
d to kill me. What the hell was this "Rose's daughter" thing? Every person I encountered called me Rose's daugh
ir on the sidewalk, came rushing over, pointing his finger and shouting
politeness my grandmot
rsed! I don't carry a contagious disease. I haven't even killed anyone ye
t th
. As I passed right beside h
called out pleasantly. "I real
it and d
man's face, red with rage. And Joe, dou
s stubborn town to witness th
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