"Are you trying to steal from me?"
She nearly jumped out of her skin as she turned around and found a quizzical brow staring at her. In the candle light, the arch of his brow was exaggerated and so were the shadows of his face. He looked terrifyingly beautiful as the flame flickered under her breath.
"No, I, uh," she stammered. "My door, it appears it was somehow locked."
"Here, let me unlock it for you," he replied. He was so close, Georgiana could feel the rumble of his chest. He pulled a large key ring out of his dinner jacket. "This one should do it."
- Excerpt from Chapter Seven of The Last Always