Heiress to a Curse. Zandria Munson
sparked a sense of recognition within her. The thing stood on the rampart of a castle wall. It looked to be the size of a man, with horns protruding from its forehead, claws, ragged wings and a great lashing tail. Its face was contorted in a fierce growl, its daggered teeth bared and menacing. It was like looking at a snapshot of the Central Park Creature—only the one that had saved her was beautiful.
His long inky hair, coupled with the shadows of the night, had shrouded most of his face, but what she’d seen had been enough to imprint his features in her mind. She remembered a chiseled jawline, a straight and hard mouth, a regal nose and intense eyes that had penetrated her very soul. An image of his head between her thighs flashed in her mind, and she remembered the feel of his strong hands clenching her backside as he’d thrust his tongue into her throbbing body. She’d never imagined a pleasure quite so extreme.
A wave of heat washed over her and she shook herself, returning her attention to the book before her. The paragraphs below the illustration described gargoyles as beings of the night—beings that were doomed to spend eternity guarding castles and holy places. Their fate was punishment for sins committed during another lifetime. They were grotesque creatures that shunned the daylight with such vehemence that they became stone beneath the sun’s rays.
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