{Allie’s P.O.V.}
I had to be in some kind of wild fantasy because there was no way that the guy standing down the hall could be real. In my eyes, I always thought that Dorian would be the most gorgeous man to ever exist. Of course, that didn’t mean that I never considered other men to be good-looking. There was nothing wrong with appreciating a handsome face, nice physique, and a good personality. But ever since I met Dorian, no man was ever considered gorgeous in my eyes—until this hunk of a man showed up in our house. He had to be at least 6’10” and was as large as Dorian, maybe even larger. He had long, burgundy hair that was tied in a ponytail and had gold eyes. This guy was the definition of drop-dead gorgeous.
“You’re Abaddon!?” Mikey qu
