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But it wasn't.

Her heart started to race, and her feet began moving on its own. She saw the twins tense the moment she moved, and she shook her head at them even as her gaze remained at the beast.

Reinforcements came to arrive, but they were too late, and the twins sharply signaled for the men to keep their distance.

As Estrella came to stand just a few feet away from the beast, it slowly turned its head to look at her.

Violet.

Its eyes were violet.

And she would know those eyes anywhere.

Oh God.

Estrella's body started to shake.

"H-Husband?"

Chapter Two

SHE WAS A YOUNG SLIPof a girl, slender and dark-haired, with a face that held the promise of stunning beauty.Almost like a pearl still cocooned in a shell of insecurities, he mused absently. And her meekness and innocence, it was like her second skin, a juvenile fragrance that didn't attract but didn't quite repel either.

Regardless, she was not the type of girl that appealed to him. He wouldn't even have noticed her, much less given her the time of the day...if not for his first glimpse of her, hair perfectly coiffed even as she seemed hell-bent on escaping today's soirée by climbing down from the clubhouse's second-story terrace.

Interesting,Lysander thought, and he called out to her on impulse. "Do you need any help, milady?"

The girl, startled by his words, lost her footing, and let out a cry as she started to fall.

But Lysander, of course, was more than ready to catch her, and he only grunted as she landed in his arms with a gasp. Green eyes gazed up at him, her gaze admonishing and shy, and it was quite the enchanting combination. "You s-startled me!"

"My deepest apologies for that." Lysander's voice was a velvety murmur as he gently lowered the girl to her feet.

The girl nodded stiffly. "Who are you?" She was making a show of dusting the skirts of her gown, but her green eyes completely gave her away. She was visibly struggling not to stare, but her gaze kept coming back to him and lingered especially on the locks of his hair, which gleamed violet under the moonlight.

"Sir?"