![]() ![]() The beast shook its massive head, eyes glowing red in the night. They refused to look away from the slavering lion. Sergio and Violante took up positions on Isabella's left side. "I won't see you as the beast either, mio fratello." The lion shuddered and sank into a crouch, staring at her without recognition. Her heart was pounding, her mouth dry, but there was a sense of peace deep inside her. She looked back and met the lion's focused stare without flinching. ![]() Isabella lifted her face to the drops, allowing the rain to bead over her face and wash away the terror of the moment. Above their heads, the dark clouds split and poured down rain. The mouth opened, revealing huge, sharp teeth. The lion swung its massive head toward her, eyes flaming with the need to kill. ![]() Her arms were spread out away from her sides in a gesture of supplication. She lifted her head and walked toward the crouching beast. "No!" Isabella's voice was a whip of authority. "Dio, it's happening again! I'll have to call the lions!" Francesca cried out, and she buried her face in her hands. Its eyes were burning with hunger, a dangerous, wild warning to those in the courtyard. The lion stood in the center of the courtyard, a magnificent animal, enormous, heavily muscled, the shaggy mane adding to its bulk. ![]() She watched his powerful shape shimmer, the white mist swirling greedily around him, devouring the man, revealing the beast. "Nicolai." Isabella whispered his name aloud in despair. ![]()
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