Videvik(kogu raamat Inglise keeles)
The man in front was easily the most beautiful, his skin olive-toned beneath the typical pallor, his
hair a
glossy black. He was of a medium build, hard-muscled, of course, but nothing next to Emmett's
brawn.
He smiled an easy smile, exposing a flash of gleaming white teeth.
The woman was wilder, her eyes shifting restlessly between the men facing her, and the loose
grouping
around me, her chaotic hair quivering in the slight breeze. Her posture was distinctly feline. The
second
male hovered unobtrusively behind them, slighter than the leader, his light brown hair and regular
features
both nondescript. His eyes, though completely still, somehow seemed the most vigilant.
Their eyes were different, too. Not the gold or black I had come to expect, but a deep burgundy
color
that was disturbing and sinister.
The dark-haired man, still smiling, stepped toward Carlisle.
"We thought we heard a game," he said in a relaxed voice with the slightest of French accents.
"I'm
annaabi.ee 
