Do I sound slightly bitter? Sorry. Can’t help it. I’d lost my rose-colored glasses a few hundred years ago. Right about the time I lost my virginity and, shortly thereafter, my Prince Charming.
“Elle.”
Speak of the devil.
I knew that voice. It was the last voice I wanted to hear right now. Unless he was saying something along the lines of, “Ow, that hurts!” as I beat him across the head with a heavy, blunt object.
I stood there, frozen. Although I didn’t want to turn and face the music, my partner had no reservations.
I dug my fingers into Ren’s arm.
Why?
Will. Damn it. He’d done this—orchestrated this.
Schooling my features, I turned around and I’m proud to say, I didn’t feel the urge to swoon. Not even for a second.
That angel face of his hadn’t changed at all in the past three hundred years.
He looked as perfect now as he had the day he kissed me for the first time.
Heat flashed through his grass-green eyes as he studied my clothes and despite myself, my belly clenched in response.
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