Forrest’s breathing hitched. The vision of Elene sprawled atop his piano, shouting his name, already tormented his thoughts, yet that woman wanted to increase his misery. Cruel, beautiful thing...
She was clad in an eye-catching scarlet bathing suit, ostensibly a single garment, the upper and lower sections were connected solely by a thin strip of fabric laced with complex, intertwining cords that enveloped her form.The form the General would never be able to forget. The mask, previously concealing her face, was now adjusted to her waist, still touching her skin to keep the curse working. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders as she slowly walked into the sea without once breaking eye contact with her mate.
In an instant, she plunged beneath a surging wave, vanishing momentarily be
