A handsome man?
That was Evangeline's first thought when she heard the voice.
She narrowed her eyes and turned toward the newcomer. But when she saw him, her brow twitched.
He had a tall, straight posture and long, slender limbs. A snow-white beast skin was wrapped casually around his waist, and every exposed line of muscle spoke silently of power and ferocity.
He stood alone, exuding a dangerous, fatal allure that made one eager to see his face.
But as her gaze drifted upward, a chill washed over her. It was a face that would make one's blood run cold.
How could she even describe it?
A face like a defective piece of work, cursed by some great calamity.
His face had no skin. Muscle and blood vessels were hideously exposed, creating a horrifying texture.
