area. A room that was located in the middle of the floor was the one that Selene chose. It was particularly an odd room. Duke Wyndall had it designed to

plain-looking dome ceiling didn't give off an impressive aura. However, as soon as she tr

signing, most specifically the gift of painting and sculpting. With this in mind, she had Mrs. Latrice buy a variety o

est wall which showed a clearing near a cliff; while the other

feels lonely. The maple tree standing alone in it still boasted the same red magn

the dome ceiling. It was late in the afternoon when she took a brief tea break. Mrs. Latric

ilhouette standing under the maple tree. Her heart then skipped a beat

and probably, he has a family of his own by now. However, there was still an ecstatic feeling left in her heart. If

endant asked as she noticed the abru

n's face but deep inside her, intuiti

exclaimed, not wanting to loose precious s

will, " Mrs. Latri

here! I will not be long.

hill. She left her horse alone to graze about the lush

landscape ahead of him. His hands were both inside his black trouse

his made Selene's heart pound heavier than normal. It

acknowledging her presence with a silent nod. Their

under her breath, wide-eyed, h

." The man smirk

ately. This definitely wasn't

ant way. She gave him a glare amidst feeling

remarked, "I see. You still hav

sn't oblivious or even dumb not to notice that his face was still the same as she had rem

y good observation and good memory too,

ck but still inches apart. She clenched her jaw when she remem

o know what or who he really is. But first things first, she needed to know the answer to her question

see her hair flowing beautifully with the soft breeze. A pleased grin appear

his time she was obviously

with a hint of roughness in her voice,

would directly face him. "Oh --- you are -- for -- me --- human, " he said sluggis

sked the needed question now,

ly with his other hand. "Hmmm... you can call me Khail for now, Selene, " he answered, uttering her name f

ted, wide-eyed in surprise. As much as she

oser and as he did, she beg

are

led her scent, his nose just mi

he commented, eyes closed, basking on t

out any success. "You're a weird man!" she stated the o

up easily with his finger and pressed his mouth down on hers. The sheer fever of his kis

n her knees. She mobilized the only body part that she knows of to co

ap

he cried, eyes bu

his left cheek, but he showed no effect on it

th his fingers. Selene was taken aback as she saw him lick it seductivel

or all these years, she had thought that there was something about this man. Something that doesn't

he answered and then with a wave of a hand