A dark and mysterious shadow flickered on the man’s face and Clarissa wanted to step back. Her legs, however, seemed glued on the ground and she just stood there like some stupid lamb about to be sacrificed when he brushed her temple, making her to tremble quietly. She was so scared and yet while she stared at him as if paralyzed, she felt something other than fear growing slowly inside of her. He intrigued her, she couldn’t deny that. Not anymore. She seemed to know where he was, always, and her heart screamed after him. How crazy was that? He was just a huge, dark guy with a body like a dream and to be honest, if one said he was gorgeous, that was not true. He was more. Totally more! He was like a girl’s worst nightmare and the dream that you didn’t want to wake up from. Someone you wanted to touch and taste. A devil with wings. Oh, she was so stupid and so much deeper she had thought…