The castle was really beautiful. The walls were three meters high and completely covered with the most beautiful frescoes. Paintings that were rare in her home and often in the form of naked babies, looked completely different here. The spherical frescoes and beautiful coloured paintings were more inspired by nature. All kinds of plants, flowers and other greenery followed you as you walked through the dark corridors from room to room.
She held her steaming cup of tea in both hands and felt the warmth of the hot water warm her cold fingers. The castle was nice, and pleasant, but anything but warm. From Jean-Michèl's open, white blouse, she saw that the guy himself was not bothered by the draft and cold, and the only thing she could explain that to was his wolf side.
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