I have been alive for two whole centuries but never have I encountered a woman like Akari Quinn.
Her eyes speak pain, experience and emotions one as young as herself shouldn’t harbor and then they speak innocence, fear, sometimes a crucial reason why I kept my distance.
She fears me.
Unfortunately, I cannot keep my distance that long. For the first time in a hundred years, since I was released from my prison and gifted to the empire, I found my eyes lingering on the sway of a woman's hips, on her lips…her blonde brows and lashes which were my favorite part of her perfect face.
She is an exquisite creature, born to please, born to ruin.
I never thought she would find me at my weakest, in the most shameful position anyone could ever find me in, same way I never imagined I would see
