Rosalie, What was that? Those eyes, glowing red, were filled with raw thirst, cruelty, and madness. When he pinned me against the stairs, I felt my ribs would shatter at any moment. This was not what I had been told about him. He had been with another woman earlier, looking every bit the gentleman. How could she stand beside him so easily, without any consequences, while I suffered like this? Just as I thought my end had come, a calm and composed voice cut through the tension from behind us. Levante’s fangs hovered inches from my neck, his heavy, furious breaths scorching my skin. But he froze. His expression changed into something I could not quite read. Slowly, he released me and turned toward the woman standing there. “I thought you would have lunch at home, Levante!” she said. Levante? Did she just call him by that name? My eyes widened as I finally took in the sight of her. She was far from beautiful, overweight, with a pale face and short stature, yet she stood before him
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