![]() ![]() “To be fair, you tricked me.” Okay, so maybe she hadn’t chosen carefully. With a wave of his hand, he could vaporize entire cities. ![]() ![]() With only a thought, this huffing, puffing being could render unending pain. And that she had was a testament to the iron-hard rigidity of her stubborn core. His was an accusation that lashed like the sharpest of whips. “At first,” he said, parroting her thoughts. Gifted? Really? If the new definition of gifted was cursed forever and ever with misery and pain, then yeah, he had. And how do you repay me? By constantly refusing to obey me. “I saved you,” he snapped, death in his timbre as he stomped one foot in front of the other, back and forth, back and forth. The ranting and raving would morph into a straight-up savage beating. She wanted to ask why he’d gone this route, then offer to punish his stylist free of charge. He’d also ditched his prissy toga in favor of a black mesh shirt and black leather pants. Skin of the smoothest texture was tanned to the perfect shade of bronze. Dark chestnut hair hung to strong, wide shoulders. Now he was GQ flawless and barbarian tough. When she’d first met him, he’d looked like a codger of an old man, complete with gray hair, wrinkled skin and stooped shoulders. ![]()
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