was striking with her extraordinary cheekbones and high forehead. She had wide, expressive eyes that captured whoever she looked at, and full lips he knew he would get drunk from kissing.
Then she turned her head and looked straight at him with eyes a dark, smoky blue that seemed to see him for what he really was. She tipped her head in acknowledgment, her golden halo of hair a beacon in the hall.
As soon as she turned her gaze away, he stepped back through the crowd and into the shadows in a corner. He recognized the lust that flared inside him. He recognized it, and feared it.
Fallon licked his lips as he hungered for a taste of wine, anything to help dull the ache of lust in his loins.
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