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But the little one, he would be better. He was at the disadvantage being lighter and shorter, but when the blond attempted a Botta-in-tempo while the youth was tied up in a bind, the little one sprang back with such quickness that Archer craned forward in anticipation, enjoying himself more than he had in decades.

They broke measure and came back again. The youth, Pan, crossed to the right. Archer grinned wide. The boy doubled up with it, dropping his small-sword to hold his middle. Young Pan struggled to rise, holding his absurd hat in place while grousing about English hedges under his breath.

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Martin took pity and helped the boy to his feet. The youth grumbled a bit then took the proffered hand. Take the sword, will you? Father almost found it the other day. The two parted ways, each going toward opposite garden doors. Archer moved through the shadows, heading toward the door where Pan had gone through.

Prickles of unease danced over his skin. Fighter or no, the boy was too fragile to walk alone and unarmed in the dead of night.

A rare bit of entertainment certainly earned the boy a safe passage home. He stalked him easily, staying to the shadows, keeping well behind. The boy moved through the night without fear, a jaunty near swagger in his step as he turned from the sidewalk into an alleyway. Thus his squeak of alarm was all the louder when two grimy older boys slipped out of the shadows and blocked his path.

The type, Archer thought grimly, for he was in no mood to throttle children, who always wanted a fight. Just out for a stroll.

Prince Bertie? There lied safety, Archer realized. Who was this boy?

But the lad was putting it on too thickly. The young roughs knew it, too.

The youth backed up as the older boys closed round. Archer fought for breath.

Not a boy, a girl. And not thirteen, but closer to eighteen. A young woman. He stared at the mass of red-gold hair. Titian hair, some would call it. That ineffable color between gold and red that captivated artists and poets alike. His urchin moved into a defensive stance as her attackers loomed in with interest.

Surprise had overcome the two roughs as well but they recovered quickly and now sought a new opportunity. No need for tantrums. A growl grew in his throat. Archer took a step, then another. She stood defiantly, keeping her fists raised and her eyes trained on the boys. The idea was laughable.

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The street roughs laughed, an ugly sneering sound. Archer squinted, his abnormal eyes using what little light there was to see. Yes, crystalline green ringed with emerald, like the cross section of a Chardonnay grape.

I slide into a seat in the back just as a guy barrels down the aisle in the same hurried fashion and sits in the desk next to mine. Keeping my head down, I pull out my notepad and try to look organized and ready for the lecture.

The shocked sound has me turning. The second our gazes connect, hot tingles zap through me, making my breath catch and my nipples harden.

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The sensation is so unnerving that I can only sit there, my hand fluttering to my chest where my heart struggles to break free. Oddly, the guy gapes back at me, as if he too feels the strange kick.

Which must be wrong; no guy has ever gaped at me. Stranger still, it feels as if I know him, have known him for years. Which is ridiculous. Still looking at me, he suddenly speaks. And it causes a stir. People snap out of their morning fog, turn, stare, and start whispering among themselves. He ignores them, watching only me. It flusters me. Drew Baylor.

His name is a ripple through the room. Recognition sets in.

The quarterback. Disappointment is swift and sharp. I have zero interest in getting to know the star quarterback. Chest tight, I turn away and try to ignore him. Easier said than done.

As soon as class ends, I attempt to flee.De gevels worden opgeknapt, bloembakken geplaatst en de criminaliteitscijfers duiken plotsklaps naar het nulpunt.

I just never thought it would be this bloody. He had been trained by a master.

Reading a friend's review gave me a greater appreciation for the characters. Laura says:

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