Life was unfair, Alessia decided when she stared at the unreadable green eyes in front of her, with no emotions displaying in them, even after her deadly announcement. It would seem that there was no getting through the defense he’d set up around him. Five years should have marred the perfection of his features and handsomeness, but it seemed that he was like wine – getting finer with age.
There was a little bit of silver in his hair, which instead of giving him the appearance of an old man, gave him a mature outlook in his prime instead of the young adult she'd known. With jaw even more pronounced and his aristocratic cheekbones, there was a subtle suggestion of his native origins. His body was perfect, sculpted like the finest prototype of man, which seemed ridiculous considering the se
