“The whole place was silent except for the sound of their boots on the hard floor. Maybe it would have been a good idea to do this barefoot. Her eyes roamed the walls, looking at all the Greek artefacts and the little statues. She never could understand the ancients’ fascination with making models of naked people. She glanced at Valentine and bit her lip when she remembered waking up on top of him today. He did have a beautiful body. She hadn’t even really noticed the scars that had been left be...hind after she’d healed him. All she’d seen were the defined curves, the muscles that shifted beneath his pale skin, telling her how powerful he was. If she had an artistic bone in her body, she’d probably want to make a statue of him too. He looked over his shoulder at her, as though he’d felt her watching him, and she gave him an awkward smile before looking back at the artefacts. When they turned down another corridor, she tensed. In the distance, she could sense movement and on the edge of her hearing were voices.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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