He plunged his knife into the manâs chest, blood spurting back onto his face. But that faceâŠ
Crimson splatters of his life source, scattered so beautifully.
He was a killer, yes.
But that face...
His nose was Romanesque.
His lips were full, suggestive, a cupid's bow sharpened as if heâd cut it with the knife he held.
His eyes, deep pools of warmth.
To be gazed upon by them was to be seduced....
