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    Christopher's eyes held mine for a moment, his piercing blue; alien, his pale skin; foreign, and his tailored clothes; strange. I rolled back onto my heels, my hand aware of the knife attached firmly to my thigh, hidden by the ragged end of my skirt, as I became aware of his increasingly dominating movements. I hissed...