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one hundred and thirty years of life
Women were to be protected and cherished.
After all, what would society say if they knew the lovely Lady Archer was a fire starter?
“Your valet uses champagne in his boot polish mix—very ingenious of him as your boots are like mirrors. He draws your bath with oil of rose hip and sweet orange, which makes me believe you suffer from dry skin. You wear Le Homme Number 12 from Smithe’s, an expensive cologne featuring essences of vetiver, amber, and sandalwood. And though its popularity among nobs might lead me to confuse you with another, one cannot overlook your natural scent, which is a subtle mix of meadow grass, fresh rain, white wine, and well… you.”
Although your natural scent is sunshine on summer grass, vanilla, and spice, and you, as it were. Which I confess, I much prefer.”
if a wolf latches on to a particular smell, he won’t easily let it go.”
Does that include you?
she was going to run. And he would chase her.
A lycan is a being in which the man’s soul is in control but the wolf’s soul alters his makeup to create an immortal capable of using the strengths of both.
“Because,” he hissed, “it has always been so. Have you any idea how many of my brethren I’ve seen lost to the wolf? None came back.”
Well thats foreshadowing if I've ever seen it. So you my friend are going to lose yourself to your wolf and we're going to have to get you back.
while the lycan must retain some of his human frailties.”
Do yall heal quickly?
“Lycan do not become immortal until we reach physical maturation. Until then, we are as mortal as you. We can get sick…”
heal quickly and have the strength and agility equivalent to five men.”
I heard he dealt in perfumes.
Daisy, in her role as the enigmatic Mrs. Smith,
“You are alpha, and you know it. It is time you took what is yours.”
He couldn’t go through it again. It would kill him.
The lycan could not have her.
Uh oh
“Yes.” She came farther into the room. “I want to know why you left me just now.”
and she knew she must bridge the gap between them now or it would grow wider.
By my vow, on the grave of my father, Alasdair George Ranulf, and on the blood of Clan Ranulf that flows in my veins, I will never hurt you again.” The warm puff of his breath heated her palm as he lifted her hand to his mouth. “I will keep you safe till this business be done. Or die trying. This I pledge to you.”
“Whatever may happen, do not run from them.”
His lips hovered over hers, his breath an unsteady pant. “Tell me.”
queen also of the immortals…
“I believe so.”
“Remembering how he left you behind. How he went on with his life, let your mother rot, as if she was nothing, until she too faded away.”
No. Noooo. Nooooooo. Please don't be who i think this is!!!
given to her by this mystery lycan who is now a were.
😔😫😩
“Till my last breath.”
