As if spurred by my silence, he withdraws his magic and the moths flock together, reuniting to the hat. He puts it on and his gaze locks to mine. His jewels flicker between passion and defiance- an evocative and intimidating combination.
“Fair warning, I intend to make good use of that time. I will be gentle, but I will not be a gentleman. You will be the center of my world... read the rest HERE