It's more than just the surface... the way she banters with him... the way he looks at her... It's meant to be there... the perfect irony... the perfect catastrophe... *** For Cindrel Ynrie, Nyx Torillo is a twisted villain. A perpetrator of the weak. That's long before it finally dawned on her that maybe... maybe she was wrong. He was a Beast misconstrued. He was bound to feast on his prey. Cursed. A monster. The one who needed Belle-the beauty that saved him from the abandoned palace-his dungeon. His prison. Love. A swift kiss, tears, and sweet nothings measure true love. Too enchanting. Too magical. But on a flip of the page-it turned darker. No, Nyx wasn't the 'Beast' here-her. It was her. Cursed by the trauma that Landrei Salvatore had inflicted, she was buried deep in the dungeon of what-ifs. She was waiting for Belle-the beauty that could tame and blind her from the reflections of her past. She craved to be freed from these chains of uncertainty. They haunted her. 'I... I wanted salvation, too. I wanted my own Beauty, too.'