Chapter 41:

• Lancelin’s P.O.V
• I had been admired and praised countless time in my five hundred and seventy two years of existence. Several women had named me their idol and worshiped me. Artists have called me their muse and painted and sculpted my images on several streets, several galleries across the world.
• But nothing brought me the amount of satisfaction as I felt while Sanaya’s eyes travelled up and down my body. She eyed the tattoo of the phoenix I had in my left forearm. Her cheeks turned pink as she watched the water droplets dripping down to my skin and down my abdomen. However, I didn’t like it when her eyes glued on the bullet scar on my chest.