Salvation of the Damned
“Beads flew, music poured out of nearly every open door, and people pushed in a moving, breathing tide in the streets.But it meant nothing to Raphael. All that mattered was Eva. He kept hold of her hand, feeling each pulse beat beneath his fingers in a maddening tattoo, as he pulled her behind him through the revelers.The door to a black stretch limo opened and he helped her inside, choosing purposely to sit across from her.He had to.She was simply too much temptation for him to take the risk of sitting too close. As it was, he had to pull his gaze away from the rapid pulse at the base of her pale, slender throat. The mouthwatering sight echoed a deep bass, thumping through his chest, as if he were standing next to a large speaker at a concert. The moment the door shut, the frantic noise outside lessened. He watched Eva’s pulse slow.“Crazy crowd.” He smiled at her, hoping to ease the confusion and uncertainty he sensed in her.“What else can you expect? It’s Mardi Gras.”“Well, the party... we’re going to is a bit more sedate.”“Family crowd?”“Yes, but not small, by any means.MoreLess
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