I should have known better. The way he smiled gave away every intention he had. It was the kind of smile that explains everything.

Regardless of his beauty, the swagger in his step, I could tell that there was something not quite right about him. It was in the way the corners of his eyes turned up to match the grin on his lips and how their sparkle seemed almost electrifying. They held me like a moth holds to a flame. Evil. Pure Evil.

And for some damn reason I didn't turn and run.

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