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Chapter 2: Prey
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... murmur of voices and the occasional burst of laughter from the back. Afternoon light streamed through the windows, broken by shadows of passing trees. Most of the seats were filled faces young, some barely out of their teens, others in their early twenties.
By the window, on the left side, sat a young man with black hair and eyes so dark they seemed to swallow light. There was something about him that drew glances, especially from the girls. He wasn't trying to be noticed, but he was. Ev ...
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