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She stood too quickly, walked too purposefully, and yet there was a softness behind her stormy, grey eyes that hadn’t been there before. A distraction. Or rather, a presence. One that lingered on her skin like perfume, just beneath the surface.
Alcina Dimitrescu — perfect, polished Alcina — was not just distracted. She was preoccupied. Enchanted. Unmoored.
Donna watched it all. When didn’t she?
