She’d seen Etienne in many moods over the years, but none of them came close to this. He’d disarmed two men and knocked them out—all without breaking a sweat. Then calmly gathered all their belongings and removed any trace of their presence.
Some would call him cold, but they’d be wrong. Dead wrong. Intensity bled from his pores, his very presence still, the calm before the storm. Or more aptly, the eye of the hurricane.
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