Lycus's pov
My dark eyes gazed at her as she ran away from the ballroom, the length of her gown bouncing as she did, her hands were on her face and I could tell that she was crying.
Nyx, my sweet Nyx, A smile curved on my lips as my eyes were still fixated on the place she just passed through, the image of her gown train bouncing as she ran never left my head. I smiled to myself again thinking about how beautiful she was as she descended down the steps to meet me.
The white gown she wore which I noticed was corseted fitted her like a glove, like it was specially fashioned for her, well I had it fashioned for her and the way it was so perfect blew my mind. Her bosom was accentuated by the corset and I had the primal urge to bury my face in them and leave teeth marks for the whole world t
