Aurelia Shaw's eyelids drooped, her vision blurring. She couldn't open them, but she wanted to know what Mason Nightshade was holding and struggled to open them just a crack.
The man's tall figure came into view, his palm open, holding a dagger entirely black, its blade gleaming with a bright cold shine.
Aurelia Shaw's eyes instantly cleared, and she straightened her back, staring intently at the dagger, not hiding the sparkle in her eyes.
Mason Nightshade laughed, wanting just to stroke her fluffy hair.
How could this woman be so adorable with every expression and every gesture?
He wished to keep her enclosed, for his eyes only.
Mason Nightshade suppressed this strong thought, handing the knife to her, "Want to try?"
