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"Then, how—?" She glances up at me, "I have a feeling you may have had to spill a little blood to get a hold of this."

I stare at her and her gaze widens. "In fact, I amsurethat you had to spill more than a little blood to get ahold of this, but you know what…?"

I tilt my head.

"In this instance, murder may have been justified."

I blink. "Say that again?"

"I said, you may have had to commit—"

"I heard you." I reach for her, and this time, she doesn’t shy away. A hot sensation stabs at my chest. I push a strand of hair behind her ear. "I had a dream, which was not all a dream..." I whisper.

She swallows, "The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars..."

"Did wander darkling in the eternal space..." I lean in close enough for us to share breath.

Her pupils dilate, "Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth..."

"Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air," we say in unison.

"Byron," she murmurs.

"Lord-fucking-Darkness himself."

"What is with you and Byron?" She peers into my face, "Why do I get the feeling that there’s more to why you recite him than what meets the eye?"

I pull away, then stand up, "Because there is."

I turn to walk away, and she grabs my wrist, "That’s it? That’s all you are going to give me?"

I glare down at her fingers and her grip tightens. "You can scare your men with that Michael Byron stare, but it doesn’t do anything to me."

"Is that right?"

She stares at me with a strange look on her features.

"What?" I scowl, "What is it?"

"Michael Byron," she murmurs.

"Yeah, that’s my name."

"Were you named after Byron, as well?"

I drag my fingers through my hair, "It’s also my father’s name."

"The two of you share more than your first name, huh?"

"Cursed to have not one, but all four of my names in common," I reply bitterly.

"You don’t like him, huh?"

"Did you like your father?"

She shakes her head.

"There you go."

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