Blood And Desire
That woman had been naïve, desperate for freedom.
Now, she was something else entirely.
Behind her, Dante stepped closer, placing his hands on her shoulders. His grip was firm, possessive. His dark eyes met hers in the reflection, filled with a dangerous satisfaction.
"You look perfect," he murmured, his fingers trailing down her arm, brushing against the ring. "A DeLuca queen."
Isla let out a slow breath, tilting her head slightly. "Is that what I am now?" she asked, voice steady but devoid of warmth.
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