Chapter Eleven

♞—Lorenzo

Hazel eyes, hazel cat eyes... a combination of brown, green, and gold. I have never seen a woman with such eyes. They were unique, almost attractive. They were one of the best indicators of how much trouble she can be. They're piercing, intense, and honest. They show a lot of things, but they also hide a lot of things—for instance, her fear.

Her eyes mesmerized me, I couldn't get them out of my mind. They contrasted perfectly well with her strawberry-blonde hair.

When I captured her in the woods, I thought she'd be easy to break, I thought she'd start to cry in no time, and she'd start begging for mercy but she surprised me. Women always break down easily, they respond the most to pain, even looking at a knife in my hand they'd piss their pants but the princess was not like them. I compared her to the women I’d dealt with so far. She wasn't like them, I underestimated her.

I don't think I'd seen her cry either, not even once.

She tries to hide her fear but the way her ro