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and every word for the Templar Knights and all mythical creatures. No phrase can be dismissed as
improbable. Adrian let out a long breath, his shoulders tense, like he d forgotten something and
he was getting chewed out for it.
William made a fist at the table.  She wouldn t want to provide a time table or literal
translation of these alleged prophetic words, would she?
 No. Adrian replied, his teeth gritted like he was avoiding hitting something. Then he began
to speak the prophetic words that his ghost had alluded to:
Blood flows,
Anger surges.
Power mixes with passion,
Bring the downfall of the Knight.
Chaos will raise the future.
The light will come from the blood.
Yeah, they knew those words.
And Liam wasn t looking forward to them coming true.
Chapter 9
He s an utter asshole, Leeza thought to herself Monday morning as she worked her way
through her office, sorting paperwork and boxes of glass that needed to be properly placed and
marketed.
She grabbed her digital camera and slapped a memory card in it.
 Stupid asshole, she muttered as she pulled out a set of wine glasses that Sir Liam made.
It took every bit of her strength to take the pictures right, light them properly so the glass looked
its best for the sales.
It was so tempting to take crappy ones and post those on the web page.
Yet she couldn t bring herself to do it.
It wasn t the glasses fault.
 Just the guy who made you he s the asshole. Leeza placed the set of wine glasses back in
the box, then carefully pulled out each piece in the collection, setting them out in a nice arrangement
on the little table she used to stage the glass pieces.
And it wasn t that she was mad at him for turning her down that happened enough in life
that Leeza was used to that.
It was that he had barged into her backyard while she was having her private moment, her
safe time.
That was horrible.
It was rude.
It was scary.
It made her want to call the police and report him.
But of course she didn t.
It was just weird. What kind of guy just shows up in the backyard when you re having your
morning cup of coffee? And in her pj s? She wasn t sure which was worse him barging in or him
seeing her in her pajamas.
Not that she was horrible to check out, but still, she wasn t exactly presentable. Her hair
hadn t even been combed. And she hadn t brushed her teeth yet.
Her mouth had probably smelled like road kill that s probably why he ran off.
 Get a grip, she whispered.  He didn t go running off because you had dragon breath first
thing in the morning.
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50 Broken Shine
A knock sounded on the office door. The upstairs of the store was Leeza s domain. The shop
itself rented out the ground floor, with Leeza s office upstairs. Outside Leeza s door was a hall to
several other small offices a couple of attorneys, some accountants, and a computer company.
Her door had the name of the store on it, and occasionally people knocked on the door to get
directions to one of the other offices.
 It s open, she called back toward the door. It was probably just someone lost.
A man came in. Dressed in a dark gray suit and red tie that bent in the light like it was on
fire, shining against the dark colors. His hair, as black as Liam s&
She wasn t thinking about that asshole.
However, this guy s hair was as dark, but soft-looking, brushed back away from his face in
soft waves covering his ears. Not like Liam s, all tight and coarse and stuck to his head. This guy
looked like a fashion model.
 Can I help you? Leeza asked, stepping over a few boxes. She subconsciously patted her
hair, trying to brush the baby fine blond stuff into some kind of respectable order, and hoped it
wasn t covered in dust or packing peanuts or something likewise embarrassing.
 I hope so, he said with a smile that revealed perfect teeth.  I was looking for the Jackstone
Foundation?
She blinked.  Wow, you re off by a few blocks. That place is over on Market Street, I
think. She headed over to her desk to pull out a phone book. The Jackstone Foundation was a
charity organization that helped out people in need, providing college tuitions, homes for orphaned
kids, and other charitable work. Dropping the thick book on her desk with a thump, she couldn t
help looking at him again.  You don t look like the type to need the assistance of the Jackstone
Foundation.
He smiled that killer grin again.  No, probably not.
Leeza flipped through the book to find the address.
He stepped more into her office, his long legs stretching over piles of boxes.  I m a lawyer.
I m heading over there for some legal counsel.
 Ahh, she replied. The closer he got to her, the warmer she felt, like he was radiating heat.
She thumbed down the listings until she found the building.  It s over on Market Street.
 And how do I get there from here? he asked.
 Go up to the light, that s Douglas, and make a right. Go down three blocks, then turn left.
Shouldn t be far from there.
He nodded.  I see, okay, thank you.
 No problem. She smiled back at him.  Do you want the number?
 Certainly.
She grabbed one of her business cards and scribbled the number on the back as well as the
street address.
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