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He had a dark gaze, she observed. But, he didn't seem threatening. Then again, who was she to decide what was threatening? Her best friend was an Undead. He looked handsome. Like one of those beautiful statues of the angels she loved so much. He looked as if he had been chiseled from stone, she thought. Strong and stern. But, beautiful. Like the angels. Lajita looked away quickly, hoping he hadn't caught her staring.