Chapter 55 Speak Ill

• Richard Redclaw was a handsome young man. Smiling, his dimples deepened and his lips spread from ear to ear, sharp teeth shining pearly white in the sun. His face was chiseled and masculine, and his eyes were a bright, intelligent blue. In the photograph, the sun reflected off his ruffled black hair, giving it an almost iridescent shine. He was a good looking young werewolf, no one could deny that. In another life, perhaps, he might have had a future in modelling or acting.
• And now, with his face plastered on the wall of the Moonlight Hotel, everyone could see what Viktor Redclaw, his own father, had robbed the world of.
• "I still think it's a bit...exploitative," Eliza said, looking up at the poster. She'd already talked to Lucas about how inappropriate she thought this tactic was, so what she thought about mostly was how come all the Redclaw men were execeptionally handsome, good looking guys. She wouldn't have minded being Fated to Richard, looking at him.