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scarred recluse who couldn’t be seen in public.
    Sarah supposed the recluse part was correct, but the other bit was only partially right.
    True, she had plenty of scars, but they were internal. The good thing about living in New Kyriakis 1: Kyriakis Curse

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    York was that she could just melt into the crowd, especially in the neighborhood where she lived. Sarah blended in with lots of other black faces; on the other hand, she barely ventured out of her Harlem studio apartment except to meet her agent, go to the corner store for necessities and, every now and then, allow her neighbor, a sweet old lady, to convince her to stop over for a visit. Aside from those brief forays, Sarah was more than content to devote herself to painting.
    She threaded her fingers through her unruly shoulder-length hair. She’d only had it cut two weeks before to the level above her ears and already it was out of control again. Her quickly growing tresses were yet another thing that made her different from other people. It was on nights like this that Sarah thought it would have been nice to be able to call her parents and ask them why she wasn’t like the rest of the population.
    She sighed and stared at the bright silver orb in the sky again. Why did the moon make her forget? Why could she do things that took even athletes several years to achieve? And, most of all, why did she get the distinct impression of late that someone was stalking her for these very things?

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Chapter Two
    “It’s time to start making arrangements, Paris. I grow tired of waiting for you to make up your mind. Either shit, or get off the pot.” Eleni Kyriakis looked at him through narrowed green eyes, her lips tight with apparent displeasure.
    He turned away from her, not wanting to have this conversation now -- or ever, for
    that matter. He supposed he only had himself to blame for her thinking that the two of them would eventually mate.
    It was shortly after Melanie had succumbed to feral wolves that Paris had learned Eleni was interested in him as more than just her brother-in-law and alpha. Paris hadn’t
    encouraged her affection, but he hadn’t discouraged it, either. Eleni had been a good hostess and perfect escort when he’d needed one, but formally joining with her was an entirely different matter. For one thing, she was his late mate’s sister and, second, he couldn’t see himself in another emotionally mismatched union. He cared for Eleni and appreciated all she’d done for him when Melanie had died, but that was it.
    Granted, Eleni was an extremely beautiful woman with her long, wavy auburn hair,
    intense green eyes, and aristocratic features. Reed slim, she could have been a model if she wanted. Paris had often wondered why she’d never found another husband after her own mate was killed by a feral wolf. After all, Eleni was understandably highly sought after by other shifters from within and without his pack. Even so, his feelings just weren’t strong enough to make him mate with her.
    With a deep sigh, he put down his fork and knife, looking mournfully at his rare filet mignons. He had been ravenous earlier, but now he just didn’t have the stomach for this meal any longer. Damn the bitch. He’d told her that he needed to be alone tonight, but she’d insisted that they have dinner together.

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    “Is it possible to get through one meal without you bringing this up? I thought we’d already discussed this.”
    Scarlet-smeared lips twisted derisively. “Not to my satisfaction, and you know it. How can you treat me so shamelessly?”
    “You’re saying I used you? In what way?”
    Eleni threw her own knife and fork on the table. “I’ve been here for you since
    Melanie... Well, I supported you through your grieving period, have been the mother that Persephone needed -- and, if I may be so bold to say, that girl is headed for trouble if she isn’t taken in hand soon -- I’ve also been your