The Bane And The Alpha Beast
he said, holding up a finger, “let’s just review, shall we? Because frankly I’m starting to feel like I’m in the presence of some celestial being or mythical creature or something.”
“Oh gods, here we go,” I muttered.
“First,” he said, ticking off on his fingers, “your hair. That stark white—not silver, not blonde—actual white. And it’s long. Like holy-shit-don’t-sit-on-it long.”
I laughed under my breath.
“Second—your skin. Like… I don’t even think alabaster is the right word. Porcelain? Snowflake-kissed perfection? I don’t know, but it’s unnatural.”