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1 " Is this seat taken?" The deep, gravelly voice jolted Noelle from her blood-thirsty thoughts. When she laid eyes on the man it belonged to her breath caught in her throat. She blinked, wondering if maybe she'd dreamed him, but then he flashed her a captivating grin and she realized that he must be real - her mind wasn't capable of conjuring up a smile this heart-stoppingly gorgeous. A pair of vivid blue eyes watched her expectantly as she searched for her voice. " There are lots of other seats available," she finally replied, gesturing to the deserted tables all around them. He shrugged. " I don't want to sit anywhere but here." She moistened her suddenly dry lips. " Why?" " Because none of those other seats are across from you," he said simply. "
2 " Well, possibly," I said, feeling my lips twitch again. " But maybe first you would tell us why you chose to manifest yourself in the form of Shirley Temple as last seen on the 'Good Ship Lollipop'?" The demon twirled around, its big pink sash fluttering as it smoothed down its dress and frilly little petticoat. " My grotesque form isn't making you sick with fright?" We both shook our heads, Noelle with a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. " Shirley Temple at her pinnacle was frightening," I finally told it, " but not in the sense I think you mean. "
