disclaimer: Not. Bloody. Mine.
There are plenty of books here. Books that tell her how to do this, or how to speak that, or what to do when confronted with this.
There are no books that tell her how to ignore him.
His eyes catch hers across the room, and for a moment she can see her own longing reflected in their ice blue depths, his need almost tangible. He wants her, and she knows it. Just like he knows she wants him.
And that is a dangerous knowledge, because Elves and Keys are meant to be together even less than Slayers and Vampires.