After that, Maya Hayes huddled against the car door. Her eyes, wary and defensive, darted periodically to Damien Knight’s handsome but indifferent face, which was cast in gloom. His black eyes, sharp as a falcon’s, stared out the window, and the sheer intensity of his presence made the air in the car feel heavy and oppressive.
Maya Hayes shifted uncomfortably. Why is he in such a bad mood? Did I do something to set him off? No, wait a minute.
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