![]() ![]() They were darkness without any hint of light. The tattoo was a mark of absolute, utter evil, a visible sign of the demon contained inside Kane’s body.ĭemon.she shuddered. The tops of the wings stretched over the material and every so often tiny waves rippled through them, as though the insect struggled to lift from his skin-or burrow deeper.Įither was possible. Though he wore stained and dirty pants, she knew a large butterfly tattoo dominated the right side of his hip, the ink thick and black, a little jagged. At six feet four, he was cut with the kind of muscle only earned on the bloodiest of battlefields. ![]() He had long, boyish lashes, a strong nose and a stubborn chin. Silky hair of jet, chestnut and flax spilled over the pillow, the multicolored strands forming a flawless tapestry, inviting the eye to linger a minute, then a minute more.sweet mercy, why not forever? He was an immortal warrior, beautiful in a way no mortal could ever hope to be. JOSEPHINA AISLING PEERED down at the male splayed across the motel room bed. ![]()
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