ASMSG Scifi Fantasy Paranormal Emagazine March 2014 | Page 8

The closer he came, the hotter I got. The bar stool I was sitting on was getting a little slippery from all the extra moisture down there, if
you know what I mean. I knew, without even turning around, when he reached out to touch me. I could see it through his eyes.
“Darla.” The deep whisky velvet of his voice added to the sensory overload and I turned with a brilliant
smile.
“Ulrik.”
“Are you ready?”
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