Melody Parker's delicate, boneless hand pressed against Adrian Davies' chest, her face flushed like a peach as she looked at the man, breathless as she spoke, "Adrian, wait."
"Wait for what? Melody, what are we waiting for at a time like this?" Adrian's eyes were a deep crimson, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.
Melody dared not look at the man, yet she had to, posing the question that had puzzled her for so long, "Adrian, you're not my destined love, so why can you touch me?"
Adrian didn't answer her question, his gaze dangerously fixed on the woman beneath him, "Who told you I'm not your destined love!"
Melody locked eyes with him, speaking resolutely, "You're not; Neal is my destined love!"
"So it's that man who told you!" Adrian replied with equal determination, his crimson eyes suddenly darkening, making him appear all the more dangerous.
