Chapter 117 Don't

• Rhyers had handed her over to the beast with zero preamble. Denying Elsabet proper time to retreat. Now she was firmly in Sebastian’s clutches.
• In all the golden opulence of the expansive Dining Hall, she was mesmerized. Staring him down. Mesmerized by the candlelit shades of gold in his halo of waving hair. His turquoise eyes had captured her every bit as intensely as his grip on her hand. Telling her his intentions.
• You’re mine now, Sweet Thing.