Third Person's POV
Its soft and snowy fur stood on edge while it clearly mirrored the anxiety she was feeling.
Her once purplish black scars vanished from her face into smooth and flawless glowing skin, while her long and fluffy white tail began swaying and betrayed the inner turmoil she was feeling.
Her delicate, glowing face glowed like a porcelain moon and radiated a soft luminescence while her red lips trembled ever so slightly.
Carefully, she raised her hand again, but this time, she pressed her fingers to Ethan's lips.
Her entire body trembled with the act and her breath caught audibly in her throat.
There was something heartbreakingly tender about her touch and something innocent yet painted with memories far too dark for a girl her age.
In the twisted halls of the now dead Countess Blackwell's underground castle, she had been taught many things that no child should know by the maids there.
