Luna Diana
The notion that she was afraid of him always empowered him.
She yanked the gun free.
His eyes wide, he froze a few yards from her. “Put the gun down, Diana.”
Dressed in all black, he was the picture of death. The breeze tugged at his raven-colored hair hanging loose at his massive shoulders. Everything about him was larger than life. His thick neck, angular jaw, huge chest, and large hands. Unbeatable.
She’d even considered that her memory of him wasn't accurate. That because she’d been smaller, he’d seemed larger. But no, he was even bigger now that he stood so close again.
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