Chapter Twelve
Crouched on all fours in front of the full-length wall mirror stretching along one wall of his own bedroom; Robin Beswick looked at the reflection staring back at him as if it belonged to a stranger. The expression plastered across his handsome features one he had never expected to see written upon his own, or any, face. An expression consisting of so many differing components it was impossible for him to describe it with any one word.
Shock?
Certainly.
Anger?
Definitely.
Sheer, nauseating and stomach churning, disgust?
Take it as read.
The coal blackness of the naked young woman standing behind him with hands on hips and a sneer on her lips as she met his reflected gaze served only to underline the change his life had undergone in such a short passage of time and wa
