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Angel’s POV

Something about him made my blood run cold. Maybe it was the same shade of eye color? Or the coldness behind them? Or maybe the fact that he was only directing that look at me?

He looked to be in his late twenties with coal, black long hair that he tied into a short pony tail.

His glare finally shifted from me as he looked at the killer and flicked his head to the side slightly