His Beauty Her Beast
As we walked inside, a murmur of voices floated down the hallway — one deep and familiar, and another, lighter, lilting, unmistakably female.
I slowed, glancing at Rowan, who didn’t seem the least bit surprised. His brow creased slightly, but there was no confusion on his face — only recognition.
We turned into the living area, and there she was.
A woman — red hair, sleek as fire, falling in polished waves down her back. Her dress was form-fitting, black silk that caught the light with every movement. She sat comfortably on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, her posture effortless, confident.
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