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Soon I regained my balance. He looked at me, but I didn’t intend to look away at him at all. However, I couldn’t help looking at him because he has often described it as amazing. I had to look at him and see him really, even if he would be my last sight.
His skin is pale and golden, which is in perfect balance with his violet eyes. His blond hair is long and thick and curled around his shoulders. His sunglasses are almost identical to his eyes. Violet is pushed into his hair. He stares at me and his golden eyebrows are slightly wrinkled. Maybe he is waiting for me to come to my senses. Honestly, I don’t know.
Soon I realized that he was wearing a black velvet dress with shell buttons, which was what he wore in that chronicle called Merrick’s Chronicle. Every small shell was almost certainly made of red striped agate, and the dress looked gorgeous with fancy trimmings at the waist. His linen shirt was open at the neckline, and he was wearing gray trousers and black boots, which actually mattered.
But what impressed me deeply was that his face was square and clean, his eyes were big and his shape was good, his lips were sexy and his jaw lines were slightly cold, but his face looked more appropriate and attractive than he might have once called it.
In fact, his description of himself is unfair to him, because of his appearance, of course, it is obvious, and the blessings of heaven are burning in flames
He looked at me without resentment, and he stopped holding me.
I cursed myself, sincerely, I was taller than him, but he actually looked up at me, and maybe he would be happy to kill me.
I stammered about the letter, and I whispered, but whether I groped around my heart to explore or get the letter out of my coat, I trembled with fear
And when I was shivering and sweating, he reached out and pulled the letter out of my jacket to flash his nails.
This is for me, isn’t it? Takun blackwood arquinBlakwd is Quinn, he asked. He spoke with a slight French accent. He suddenly smiled. He seemed impossible to hurt the world. He was too charming, too friendly and too young, but that smile soon disappeared.
Yes, I said, to be exact, I was stuttering, reading the letter, and my voice was trembling, and then I tried to say go before you made a decision.
He folded the letter and put it in his pocket, then turned to Sterling. Sterling sat blankly, his eyes blurred, and his hand clung to the back of the chair in front of the table. The back of the chair looked like a shield in front of him, although it was a shield in a thousand places.
Lister’s eyes fell on me again. We don’t hunt the little brother of Telamaska, he said. But you, he looked at Sterling. You almost got it. You should be punished.
Sterling raised his eyes, apparently shaking his head.
What brings you here, Mr Oliver? Lister asked him.
Once again, Sterling shook his head. I saw his starchy white collar and tiny blood drops. I felt so ashamed, deeply painful and ashamed, and scattered the weakest aftertaste of the attempted feast.
I got excited in silence.
Sterling almost died because I was hungry and thirsty. Sterling is still alive. Now Sterling is in danger. Look at Lister in danger. He looks like a flame in front of me. Maybe he looks like a human, but what kind of human is that? He continues to match the situation, emitting magnet attraction and full of vitality.
Mr. Oliver, I’m talking to you, he said in a soft but bossy tone. He grabbed Sterling by the collar and dragged him to the corner of the living room, throwing him into a winged armchair with satin cushions.
Sterling looks terrible. Who wouldn’t? He obviously still can’t focus his eyes.
Lister is sitting next to him on a velvet sofa, and at this moment I am completely forgotten, or I guess so.
Mr Oliver, Lister said I was asking you a question. Why did you break into my room?
I don’t know. Sterling said that he looked up at me and then turned to the one who was questioning him, and I struggled because I couldn’t help but want to see him staring at the vampire’s skin, which was still glowing despite being tanned. His eyes refracted all kinds of colors like prisms and were undeniably dazzling.
It is said that the beauty of Lister is as strong as poison, while the hanging lights on the top branches look cruel or brilliant, depending on what you think.
No, you know why you’re here. Lister said he lowered his voice. His French accent was just a joke. It’s not enough for Telamasca to drive me out of the city. You have to break into my place.
I was wrong to do that. Sterling said it was sighing. He frowned and pursed his lips. I shouldn’t have done that. He looked into Lister’s eyes for the first time.
Lister gave me a look.
He leaned forward and reached into Sterling’s bloody collar, which startled Sterling and stared at me and said
We don’t wave a drop of blood when we hunt, little brother. He said, show a naughty smile and you have to pay back a lot.
Then I realized that I saw Les’ third chapter.
