In an instant, Dyson lunged forward like a ferocious tiger, causing Beauty to flinch and stumble backward, losing her balance and collapsing onto the bed.
"Beauty, let's go!
Once this is all over, I'll take you as far away—as far as possible from that man.
Don't you want to escape?
Come with me now..."
Dyson's voice was a low, ragged growl, his dark eyes boring into her pale face with chilling intensity.
His large hands clamped around her arms, and the sharp scent of alcohol rolled off his breath.
The air in the room turned icy.
Beauty shrank back, trying to put distance between them, but he surged forward like a starving wolf.
Instinctively, she raised her hands to shield her abdomen, desperate to keep him from pressing against her belly.
"Beauty, I love you—really.
Just come with me, please?"
His voice cracked with desperation, thick with unshed tears.
His throat burned as if something sharp were lodged there, a fire smoldering in his chest.
