Chapter Six.

Sorah’s POV.

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“Don’t you dare touch me, filthy human woman.”

Yeah, I’ve heard that before.

Such effusive hostility in his blazing narrowed crimsons rattle me with fear, but for some reason or so, I can’t cower in fear and recline away from this enamoring stranger.

Rather, I’m taken in his impeccable stunning looks.

Fortunately, no abrasions are tarnishing his model face. Discard the full-blown scowl of apprehension contorting his face and making his eyes scary, he’s the most attractive male I’ve ever seen in movies, real life- not like I’ve seen many men in reality.

Even the men in the novels I read will be stripped of their pride when they see him.

“Have you no manners or are you simply dumb? Don’t stare at me like some candy you bought”

Again, he speaks in a voice that rattles me to my very bones, intent to infuse fright in me and make me cripple before him. But I merely blink my eyes in confusion and wonderment, shoving his rude hostility aside to press forward and dra