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Inhaling deeply, she gathered her gown in the hand that had been
fisting it, and headed to the stairs, lifting the candle to light the way.
"Jesus," she heard him curse but didn't turn. She must have looked a
ghostly sight with her white gown and long raven hair and the candlestick
in her hand. Without stopping, she descended the way she had come and
quickly went down, her heart beating in tandem with her footsteps, this time
loudly on the spiral staircase, her gown and loose hair flowing behind her,
probably making her look like a mad woman. What a first day it was
turning out to be.
She felt his eyes on her from the top of the staircase and she hesitated,
giving in to the temptation to look at his face just once, lest she never see
him again. Glancing up at him from a level below, she watched as his eyes,
light eyes the color of which she couldn't tell, connected with hers. The fabric of her gown twisted in her fist as her pulse skittered, watching him
watching her..... ishika swallowed, wanting to tell him that she hadn't meant to disturb him, to tell him that he was possibly the most darkly beautiful man she had ever seen, that he played like he had been cursed to play for his life. She
wanted to tell him all of those things but she said none.
And then she saw it - a bold streak of white that ran through his hair
from the front, disappearing to the back.
Realization dawning upon her, she broke free from his gaze and ran
down the stairs, keeping a rapid pace all the way to her room, determined to
put the encounter out of her mind.
Because the light eyes and the streak of white hair only meant one
thing - she'd just encountered the silver-eyed devil of Verenmore.