Red hair that hadn't seen the sun for hundreds of years, so that it was almost the color of fresh blood, a bright, fresh scarlet. Besides, I had to redeem my earlier stupidity somehow, and the days when I would have picked a fight just to reassure myself I was still tough were long ago and far away. He stood up, suddenly, abruptly. He was frowning at me.
The only color was the drowning blue of his eyes and the crimson smear of lipstick across his face. He gave a sound that was halfway between a laugh and a sob. Maybe girlfriend isn't the right word, but I think any other word I could think of will make you run away, and I don't want that. Know what, ma petite? Damian gave a particularly violent movement, bucking me up off the floor, slamming me back down only after I felt, rather than saw the other two men, force him back down.
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