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Roxanne regained consciousness by degrees, a
part of her unwilling to give up the embrace of oblivion. She recognized
it—she’d been here before. Within the layered darkness she’d find him, the one who always waited there. He’d
comforted her as an infant, wiped her tears as a child, and held her as a
woman. He needed her, desired her . . . and frightened her all at the same
time.
But now she was alone and that frightened
her even more. Where had he gone? Why wasn’t he waiting? What would she find
here without him? She began to search for him just as she felt the warmth on
her cheek, a caress against her throat. Lips pressed to hers. At last. . . .
She opened her eyes with a soft gasp and
found herself caught in the midnight depths of Santo Castillo’s gaze.
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