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I marched out of the haunted house, dragging my pride behind me. Killian was a few yards away, walking fast to God knew where.
I didn’t know what to make of what had happened. Did it mean Delia was right? He was confused about hating witches and feeling something for me? Or it was my blood he was falling for, and it was hard for him to stay away? If he wasn’t such a stoic vampire, maybe he would have the guts to tell me. But no, he was the silent, suffering type.
And I was a sucker for those.
With a sigh, I headed toward the stand. I had to see if they needed help closing up. On my way, I found Delia talking to a woman in front of a jewelry stand and Killian was right there with them.
I turned, pretending I hadn’t seen them, but Delia spotted me. “Lavinia, come here.”
Shit. I puff
