" Jonathan raised his bludgeon, but controlled himself by a powerful effort. She thought gleefully of the dress she would get to wear for the Ball (Prom?) and could not wait to tell her foster family about how excited she was. I’d take it— forgive me if I seem a little urgent—as a sort of proof of friendliness. She clasped her hands over her mouth in a silent scream. The flicker of an eyelash might betray his presence. His face changed and she saw, with a stab at her heart, the dawning of irritation in his eyes.
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