One that sounded like hers. It seemed the past weeks had damaged what had been left of her sanity. She’d made her initial request for a meeting with it already strained. But as time had ticked by and her chances of meeting him had diminished, her stamina had dwindled right along. She’d thought she’d be a mass of incoherence when she was finally in his presence. Then she was there, and the sight of him had jolted through her like a lightning bolt. The intensity of his gaze, of his impact, had slashed the last tethers of her restraint. She’d just accused him of being an over-endowed sadist who lived to make lesser beings beg for his intervention. At least the unchecked flow had stopped. All she could do now was stare in horror at him as he stared back at her in stupefaction. And realize. He was what she remembered. Description-defying. Or there had to be new adjectives coined to describe his brand of virility and grandeur. Seeing him felt like being catapulted into the past. A past when she’d known where her life was heading.
What do You think about A Secret Birthright (2011)?
