Do I look the sort to cause trouble?” he asks. For the first time, he looks me directly in the eye. I catch my breath as his eyes slam into me. They’re the gray of the sky right before a blizzard.”Well, they did just throw you into a cell,” I say, voice soft. “But, no.” I break our gaze, finishing my thoughts silently.You like the sort that brings it.

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