Jenica slowed her footsteps to a halt at feeling eyes on her, looking toward the door leading into the diner she noted the odd reaction the blonde had. One eyebrow lifted as she turned a wary look in the direction the woman had been looking. It was probably nothing but little things set her on edge.
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At first glance she couldn't make out their faces only their clothing which made her think neither one was a local. From what she could tell the pair seemed like the type who would be far more comfortable on the club scene in one of the larger cities. There was a swift intake of breath at first glance once they were closer.?
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Her primary focus was, of course, the man who bore such a striking resemblance to her brother. It could just as easily be a descendant or perhaps a doppelg?nger. Funny how her mind instantly went to those things instead of accepting the reality it could well be Vlad himself.
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She tore her gaze away upon realizing she'd been staring and it was then that she recognized, or thought she did, the woman at his side. ¡°Ilona?¡± The name was spoken with a slight hesitation as it couldn't be her¡of course, if it weren't and he was who she thought him to be then a whole other conversation would be taking place.
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When she spoke again it was in their native tongue. ¡°You remind me of the family I lost. Sorry to trouble you.¡± It was just easier to assume she was mistaken than to risk feeling that since of loss again. Besides the odds were against either one understanding a single word she'd said, which was good¡they would simply chalk her reaction up to a confused or possibly intoxicated foreigner and that would be that.?
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