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... from her hand. The green spell card shimmered with golden light.

"Spell card—Preparation of Rites!

Add a Level 7 or lower Ritual Monster from your deck to your hand, then add a Ritual Spell from your graveyard to your hand!"

She searched her deck and revealed her choice.

"I add the Level 6 'Cyber Angel Idaten' from my deck to my hand!"

She shuffled her deck back, then a card shot out of her graveyard.

"The card I discarded for 'Rit ...

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

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His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

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She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

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“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.