![]() ![]() He’d always experienced a very different side of her. She was generous with her praise and kind to everyone who approached her-everyone but Koldo. Everyone lauded her sweetness and gentleness as much as her beauty, and they were right to do so. “Are you so foolish that you’ve already forgotten?” “I told you not to call me that.” She slammed the brush onto the marble counter. He cast his gaze to the floor, as she preferred. “You’re staring at me,” she snapped, all hint of her smile gone. The only thing they had in common was their wings, and perhaps that was why he was so proud of the glittering white feathers cushioned by plush, amber down. With Koldo’s inky hair, dark eyes and deeply bronzed skin, he looked nothing like her. Her lips were heart-shaped, and her pale skin glowed as brightly as the sun. Her eyes were the palest violet, edged by lashes the same brown-and-gold mix as her hair. ![]() He couldn’t help but watch her, fascinated.Ĭornelia was one of the most beautiful creatures ever created. She perched in front of the vanity, humming softly but excitedly, her smiling, freckled image reflected in an oval mirror. His mother was brushing her hair, lovely dark ringlets spun with threads of the purest gold. SEVEN-YEAR-OLD KOLDO sat as quietly as possible in the corner of the bedroom. ![]()
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