Lady Karina pried her hand away, gazing into a face that was becoming increasingly handsome to her.
She couldn't tear her eyes away from the rigid structures of his face and the sharp curve of his jawline.
The man was a mad and ruthless killer who had never known anything else.
And she was coming to sense that beneath the terror, there was much hidden that was unknown to the eye.
She should not have warmed up to him.
She berated herself for accepting him in any way.
But there was truth in her words when she told him that she had felt sorry for him; Orpheus Van Merikh had never tasted anything but death and destruction.
Murder and blood were the norms for him.
The lady whether he would ever come to understand and accept anything else with time.
"I am quite serious, my Lord," she whispered, her chest rising and falling.
Van Merikh watched her lips hungrily as she spoke. "And I have stated that I would adhere to your condition. What more do you demand, my lady?
