"I miss you," it read, a lipstick stain to close the letter.
How… vexing.
Does she not know that he already has a mate? Or does she not care whether or not he has a mate? Perhaps I didn't make it clear enough that he was already mine. We weren't this close when we were in Gordom, after all.
If there's a chance we'll run into each other, I'd better show it to her. Out of all the men in the world, why on earth would she go after Luke, who already has a mate? It will only break her heart.
I glanced at Luke, once again realizing how good-looking the man is. Ruby-red eyes and a tall nose, plump lips, and a chiseled jaw. Is it even possible for a woman to not fall for his good looks? It was as if every part of his face had been carved with the utmost care and attention to details, not leaving any flaws to be seen—or to exist at all. He could probably enchant any woman in the world if he wanted to, and no one would even question how.
