The Beauty And Her Beast
My blood boiled at the thought of coming face to face with this man, but the beast, on the other hand, was howling inside of me, eager to take revenge on the monster that made him look like a saint.
I spent the afternoon pacing my office, waiting impatiently for Helena to connect through mind-l**k. Everything was dead silent on her end, and I began to worry that something had gone wrong. I wandered down to the infirmary, intent on just checking in on the girl and leaving, but when I opened the door to her room, she was sitting up in the bed, her legs crossed, supporting a rather large book. Her eyes glanced up as I entered and I stopped in my tracks with the hold that her aura demanded from
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