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9Quin watched the girl for an hour before he made his move, sidling alongside her as she stood knee-deep in the surf. She didn’t appear to notice him, staring out at the yellowing horizon instead, not blinking, barely breathing, long black hair floating away from her face. Her skin was perfect, pale without venturing into Gothic, a hint of freckles across her cheeks. Tiny gold hoops hooked her earlobes, a tiny gold stud glinted in her nose. Generally speaking, body-piercing did absolutely nothing for him. Ears, fine, but anything else gave him the creeps. Yet somehow, that touch of gold on the side of her nose beckoned him closer. He wanted to touch, to kiss, to lick. The girl turned her face toward him and, for the first time, he could see her eyes: black almond-shaped jewels. Oh, God, h