![]() ![]() 'Well, you'd best get going then,' Tristan said, his eyes not leaving Lucas’s face. 'No, nothing's wrong,' he answered quietly. Lucas looked up from the photograph, then glanced over towards the door, realising that he was the only one left in the room. She was a Hunter, though, so what did he expect? And this one had a history that would make anyone unhappy. She looked unhappy, or maybe just pissed off. Her lips were slightly parted, like she'd been sighing just at the moment the lens snapped shut. A strand of hair was caught like a web over one eye and in the corner of the shot he could see her hand, reaching up to brush it away. ![]() He could make out the shadows her lashes were making down her cheeks. It showed a girl - dark-haired, blue-eyed - looking straight at the camera. All his attention was focused on the photograph he was holding in his hand. He didn't notice that the others had left the room, or that Tristan was standing by the window watching him. There were a few hushed whispers, a stifled laugh and then the door slammed shut, cutting the noise off like a guillotine. ![]() The stillness in the room erupted as chairs scraped the floor. ![]()
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