Chapter 57

• Hands that were having a criss-cross pattern of veins were fumbling with the objects kept on the table making other people that were sitting near take a look at him and then unable to remove their eyes from the face that even brought Adonis to shame.
• Silver irises glazing like platinum were veiled by long lashes that kissed his cheekbones now and then when they were fluttered as he immersed in deep thoughts. Mahogany hair with natural strikes of glazed brown were tussled yet maintaining their silk like texture when he wondered why Aurora was not here yet.
• Oh....he was an hour earlier