Chapter 41 Shudders

• Blaire:
• His hand around my throat had me gasping at the heat he exuded. I raised my eyes to peek at him through my lashes, my eyes misting as his eyes bore into mine with intensity.
• His lips gradually tilted up in a smile I knew better than to believe was harmless. London was a textbook example of harm in human form. His dark hair skimmed his face, smoke floating past his face, intent eyes locked on like a lion fixated on his food, a naked chest that had muscles toned to perfection with a tattoo peering at me, a sharpened V-line that led to loose, hanging sweatpants... This situation looked every bit as dangerous as he did.