"His cheek was smooth against mine, his satin-sleek hair slicked against my skin...
I put out my fingers and traced the curve of his lips below the unexpected roughness of the moustache. He must have kissed me. I know he kissed me..."
The photograph that hangs above Ellie's bed in the old Brittany mansion is of a handsome young man from a former age. The sort of guy any teenage girl might fantasize about.
But when Ellie feels him beside her, his breath on her face and his hands on her body, is she fantasizing?
And what of the wolf calling in the darkness outside her window? Another fantasy or something more shockingly sinister?
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