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Not a hint of what he’s thinking shows on his face

His corruptly sexy face

He is a decade older than le wrinkle to indicate that he’s in his early thirties Almost as if he never shows emotion and therefore his face never creases, never crinkles Just stays s nothing

There is a faint aroar smoke around hium But the fresh herb Chopped

“You don’t smell like the blood of your enemies at all,” I murmur, obviously still in a stupor from my trip to unconscious land “That’s nice”

He tilts his head “Have you spent a lot of ti what I’d smell like?”

“I was a little curious,” I admit “Is that weird?”

“A bit”

“Oh Can I go now?”

“No”

“I had a feeling you’d say that,” I whisper

Easton Brawn, gangster, lifts a hand and brings it tofor a te faint before co in here, Scout?” he asks quietly “Or do you just find ?”

I sit up slowly, expecting him to back up a pace, but he doesn’t And that leaveshard, I tipway up The papers never“I find the unknown alar It’s why I like science There is always an answer eventually Facts When I walked in here, I had no idea what you want fro Not necessarily…you” I forceme I bruise easily”

He exhales slowly, rubs at the center of his chest “Goddammit”

I push her on my nose “What?”

“I was hoping you’d do ”

“Sorry” I openlike I would have expected hi to faint, too? “I could try harder Maybe recite the periodic table?”

“I have a feeling I’d find that adorable and it would only s worse”

This whole exchange feels a little bit like a dreane on the roof of our building, lay right there until the sun set and the stars came out It’s a realitself “I’ht me here, Mr Brawn”

“Easton”

“Oh” I shake my head “No, I can’t call you that”