If not forced by arms, they were oppressed by the adverse truth penetrating their shield of denial.
"The bed is large enough to accommodate the both of us."
He stated, not as a benevolent invitation. Even from a distance, there was not even a tot of benignancy in his soulless, frigid neon blue eyes, and the abating effect of his piercing gaze never faded even the slightest.
Blaire glowered profusely, her brows knitted together, she said nothing and proceeded to climb onto the large sleeper couch and curl up comfortably. She turned her back to him and closed her eyes. The thickness of the cushioning could not compare to that of the bed's mattress, but no amount of comfort was worth sharing a bed with the invidious king.
The Beast stared at
