Chapter Twenty Eight
“Rogues, pt. 2”
The golden-haired man also has golden eyes, high cheekbones, full lips, and a sharp jawline. It’s odd to note such beauty on a figure that radiates menace—like a trick or accident of nature. He radiates power—magic, too.
His golden eyes are locked on me with an intensity and interest that I wouldn’t have expected. As soon as I meet his gaze, the absolute worst thing that could possibly happen in this moment does; I feel a pull towards him.
This pull feels almost magical in nature, but there’s definitely a… bond of some sort, which scares the s**t out of me.
I’m not going to think about the pull to him right now, because the important thing is my sister held in his arms. I can focus on the rest later. My little sister is crying non stop, her tiny
