With a stifled curse, Landon pulled the blade away from Keelan’s neck and tossed it to the ground. He reached up and gently brushed the blood away, then traced a finger along her jaw before he cupped it in both hands. He stared for a long moment into her eyes, his own darkening from a cold crystal to a deep indigo. His pupils flickered and widened, then he lowered his head and gently pressed his mouth to hers.
She closed her eyes and focused on the warm softness of his lips, the brisk stubble on his chin. Her mouth clung to his for a moment before he pulled back and searched her face. “I feel like I should know you,” he whispered hoarsely. “Your eyes are familiar to me. I see fleeting glimpses of images, sometimes in my dreams, sometimes when I watch you. It’s like holding water in my bar
