Kidnapped by My Sister's Biker Mate
Without a word, she raised slender, pale hands and drew the veil aside, stepping forward until the moonlight carved out her features.
She wore a midnight gown that clung like a liquid shadow, framing a waist where silver-white tresses pooled in heavy waves. Her features were regal, sharp-edged, and dominated by obsidian eyes that gleamed like polished flint. A thin, bloodless smile curled her lips, never once grazing those cold, calculating eyes.
"Hello, dear," she said, her voice like silk drawn over steel. "My name is Natalia Nightshade. I believe you are well acquainted with my pack. It seems the messenger I previously dispatched to retrieve you made an unfortunate first impression by att