Darcy Branwyn

Tangled Moon:

…He didn’t look angry anymore. He looked, well, sort of like he did at his prey when he was hungry. Danielle’s breath hitched as he reached out, smoothing her hair back. Her pulse leaped in her throat, and she felt like she really did hate him for not having her. But she still wanted him. She wanted to leave him. She wanted to follow him anywhere.

What on earth was wrong with her?…

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