"It’s a special painting. Only a true connoisseur could determine its real worth. Just say the word, and it will hang anywhere you wish, Clara," Dorian had written.
He was ready to give it to her if she wanted it. That priceless masterpiece was nothing compared to what she could give him.
Clara didn’t reply.
Dorian fell asleep staring at her photographs.
Once again, the bastard appeared in his dreams, kissing her.
"She’s mine!" Dorian roared.
"I’ll take everything from you," the bastard sneered. "Consider this is war."
"You’ll never have Clara! She’s mine!" Grey’s voice shook with fury.
For the first time in a dream, Dorian shifted into his wolf form, ready to tear the man apart. He woke only when he realized it was nothing more than a dream.
A cold, sobering shower later, his pho
