“They’re coming!” I yelled as I reached him, not breaking stride.

“I know, they’re following you on the rooftops, three or four of them,” Dane said. Pushing me in front of him, protecting me with his body, he threw open the door and shoved me inside. “Give me your daggers,” he said, holding out his hand, and I passed them to him before collapsing against the counter, winded. He stood out in the middle of the street for a minute, scanning upward in all directions, both knives ready to throw, before coming back inside, and I realized he was soaked, his white dress shirt nearly transparent from the rain, every muscle of his chest and stomach clearly visible. To my surprise, he grabbed me and held me tightly against him for a moment, his hand gripping the back of my hair.

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From Chapter 6 of The Unseeing, first draft.

“I do have a heart!” I said as Dane slid into the driver’s seat. Blood was pounding in my ears, and how could that be possible without a heart to pump it, I told myself. “I do, I do have a heart, that stupid bitch, I have a heart,” I pounded my chest as I spoke. What the woman said had shaken me badly. Where one should be, there’s only ice and darkness. Was that the reason why I was so cold all the time?

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From chapter 4 of The Unseeing.

“They speak Catalan on Majorca, and we’re not going to figure anything out from a distance,” Dane said. “Besides, I think that part of the Mediterranean is being inundated with monsoons at the moment.”

“Of course it is,” I muttered as I entered the room. “Is there anyplace in the world where I can sit in the sun in a bikini for a week and try and bake away this chill?” I was beyond broke now that I wasn’t working anymore, but I’d max out my credit card for a reprieve from the rain. Anyway, with the way things were going in the world, civilization as we knew it might not survive to the end of my next billing cycle.

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I heard Dane step into the bathroom and a moment later felt his hands on my shoulders. I was surprised when he turned me around and pulled me gently into his chest. For a moment I froze, mentally assessing where all my uncovered skin was and whether it might come into contact with his own, but when a few seconds passed and nothing happened, I sagged into him.

“It’s not fair,” I said, my voice muffled by his shirt. It was rapidly soaking through with my tears. “I didn’t do anything to provoke this, people shouldn’t be dying because of me.”

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“I’ll print you out a copy and you can have it in the morning, but you should get some rest now,” Dane said. Fatigue stole over me, a little too suddenly to be natural.

“Cut it out, Dane,” I said through a massive yawn, “I don’t need your help to fall asleep.”

“After the past few days you should be used to it,” he said, and smirked. “Honestly, I’ve never had so much trouble keeping a girl in bed before.” A clever retort was on my lips, but I fell asleep before I could utter it.

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“Like hell you will,” I said, crossing my arms. Before I knew what was happening he had me by the shoulders, pushing me backwards, and in two short steps his body was pressing me against the brick wall of the building, my wrists pinned above my head.

“You don’t believe me?” he said, his mouth millimetres from my ear. “You want to push me a little further tonight, find out if I’m really any safer than one of those things?” His eyes were sparking with anger, and as the silence lengthened between us and our breath mingled, his gaze kept flicking from my eyes to my mouth.

Without thinking I parted my lips.

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A searing pain ripped all up my right side where I’d hit the ledge, almost sending me to my knees again. I had to find a way out of this, but I couldn’t move my right arm to get the second dagger out of my other pocket. Dane was right, I thought as the Ker advanced on me, slowly, its grin showing that it was enjoying toying with me. I’m not ready for this.

I didn’t even see it move. One second it was five feet away, the next second I was flat on my back and it was on top of me, a burning sensation filling my midsection.

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“Should we also talk about the cozy way the two of you rode off on his motorcycle?” Matthieu spat. “My grandfather said he had his arms around you at the house as well.” I blanched. “Is there anything about you that isn’t a lie?”

“That’s not… that’s not how it was, Matthieu,” I stuttered, “I’m not with him, I’m with you.”

“What I think is that you’re on your own,” he said, and walked out the door.

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“Fuck,” Dane cursed, grabbing me by the arm and pushing me behind him. “Of all the people…”

“Who is it?” I asked, trying to look around him.

“Remember when I told you that the Keres weren’t the only dangers you needed to worry about in Paris?” he asked, the howling of the wind whipping the words out of his mouth. I nodded and he indicated the man, who had also stopped his approach. “That’s who I was talking about.”

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