Chapter 58 Potrait

• Alvius did not trust his own voice to answer. He merely offered a slow, agonizing nod, his red-rimmed eyes locked onto the devastating portrait of his only love firmly held within the Duke's unbreakable grasp. He began to paint, every single stroke fueled by a profound, soul-crushing despair that no mortal words could ever capture.
• Rex lowered his piercing gaze deeply into Luna’s wide, startled eyes. His large, remarkably gentle hand cupped the soft curve of her jaw as he leaned down, pressing a breathtakingly tender kiss against her flushed cheek. With agonizing, intoxicating slowness, his warm mouth trailed across her skin, planting a soft kiss on the bridge of her nose, then fluttering over her delicate eyelids one by one, before finally, inevitably, claiming her parted red lips.
• “Sir…” Luna gasped, a soft, helpless moan slipping from her throat as a violent, betraying heat rapidly flooded her cheeks.