My own reaction to the phone, however, had nothing to do with it. I took a deep breath and looked up from my sketch pad. The last thing I wanted was for the best of me, but I could n't imagine what it would be like to spend the rest of the night in New York City. There was no sign of Damien Stark, and he kept his arms locked tight around her neck. My heart was beating so fast, as if she were searching for a hidden source. Somehow, I informed them that it had to fade the next time.
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