Fifty Shades Of Lovia
Yellow tapes surrounding the area and flashing lights.
I saw Alejandro standing just beyond the threshold in a black robe, face carved from stone, clearly trying to suppress the rage bubbling beneath his flawless exterior.
I couldn’t look away. I wanted to see every twitch, every tightened jaw muscle, every ounce of disbelief when he realized the girl he thought he’d burned alive was the ghost now haunting his empire.
“That’s right,” I whispered under my breath. “This is just the beginning.”
Shane slid behind me on the bed, wrapping an arm around my waist, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear.