The sunset gradually rose, layers of golden afterglow streaming through the window and falling upon the luxurious European-style bed. Beside the bed, the tall figure stood like an inviolable deity, holding the woman in his arms silently...
There was not a trace of human expression on his cold and enchanting features, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, while the multicolored glow mirrored behind him.
In his ears was the gentle breathing of the girl in his embrace.
Melody Thorne stirred a bit, feeling uncomfortable with what seemed like two iron rods beneath her. She raised her hand to block out the outside light and slowly opened her eyes.
A face like it was exquisitely carved by the favored hand of God gradually magnified in her pupils, appearing both like an illusion and reality.
