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- Tulip Wood Wand with Unicorn Hair Core
To say she was disconcerted by this man was an understatement. As Prodan passed her heading up the stairs, she glanced at him, her hand touching his lightly. In her own small way she was trying to offer him comfort when all she really wanted was for his father to go away and to burrow in Prodan's strong arms. Not very politcally correct, she knew, but she didn't care. Their first date and she was determined not to see it ruined or a sour note put on it at all, not from anyone.
Once he was out of sight, she turned to study the tall man in front of her. Very clean, well dressed, proud carriage, eyes black as night. If his left forearm was unblemished she would resign from her job tomorrow and jump in the ocean. Prodan was a kind man, very handsome, obviously inherited from his father, very intelligent, again-father, but the kindness, the quick wit, the blush and shy, easy laugh. None of those things were wrought from this man. Something told her that Prodan had fought to maintain his sense of self with tooth and nail. And blood, she thought.
"Why do you do that to him?" she asked quietly, her own arms folded. He dwarfed her, could easily reach out and snap her like a twig, yet it didn't stop Cecily from questioning him. "His divorce is obviously painful for him, yet you rub it in his face. Why?" She asked the questions in an even tone; it wasn't accusing, it wasn't heated, it honestly was curiosity on her side.
Once he was out of sight, she turned to study the tall man in front of her. Very clean, well dressed, proud carriage, eyes black as night. If his left forearm was unblemished she would resign from her job tomorrow and jump in the ocean. Prodan was a kind man, very handsome, obviously inherited from his father, very intelligent, again-father, but the kindness, the quick wit, the blush and shy, easy laugh. None of those things were wrought from this man. Something told her that Prodan had fought to maintain his sense of self with tooth and nail. And blood, she thought.
"Why do you do that to him?" she asked quietly, her own arms folded. He dwarfed her, could easily reach out and snap her like a twig, yet it didn't stop Cecily from questioning him. "His divorce is obviously painful for him, yet you rub it in his face. Why?" She asked the questions in an even tone; it wasn't accusing, it wasn't heated, it honestly was curiosity on her side.