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who was this brazen creature who lifted fur at its root and set silvertongue on tenterhooks? faust was dangerous, yes; he was a man with power and those to follow, and that made any such man dangerous. but more than that, he was cunning, intense, with a grasp of language that intensified the natural masculine brutality into something more. faust was a sword, and she had little doubt that its cold bite was deep. "do you mean to say that you are haunted? tu alma?" her eyes were measuring. "what happened to invoke the ghosts for you?" shifting, in hope, the high focus of his eyes, his breath, his pressed knowing, from her features.