Chasing Scarlett: A Breeder Romance
His head is bent over a maid’s, so close, he looks like he is kissing her neck.
The maid, a pretty redhead with unreal pink irises, has an expression that strikes me as…blissful. That would be fine if those eyes didn’t look glassy. Like she’s somewhere else, far from here, far from the entrancing music, seeing things I cannot. Her hands shoot out to grip the male’s shoulder and the fruit in my stomach turns to ash when another pale male crowds her from behind and his full, kissable lips pull back from…
His teeth don’t look right.