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“I’ll be damned. You found him.”
“Thanks to you,” I said.
Adrian glanced over at me. A smile started to form—and then instantly dried up. “What happened to your face?”
“Oh.Marcus hit me.”
I’d never seen Adrian move so fast. Marcus had no chance to react, probably because he was exhausted from our earlier encounter. Adrian shoved Marcus up against a wall and—to my complete and utter astonishment—punched Marcus.
Adrian had once joked that he never dirtied his hands, so this was something I never could have prepared myself for. In fact, if Adrian was going to attack someone, I would’ve expected something magical and spirit-driven.
Yet . . . as I watched him, I could see that anything as thoughtful as magic was far from Adrian’s mind. He had kicked into primal mode. See a threat. Go after it.
It was yet another surprising—yet fascinating—side of the enigma that was Adrian Ivashkov.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell