“She’s already transfixing them,” Maxim L said quietly. “Don’t you feel it?”
Behind her, entered with the soft thunder of a restless predator. She was all sharp angles and warmer colors—terracotta sweater, bitten nails, a jaw set like a trap. She didn’t look at the display. She looked at Dahl. “You called her.” transfixed siri dahl khloe kay eva maxim l