❝ His white figure stood in biting contrast to the dirt on his body and the red splatters that covered the rest of him. Some of them were definitely wine stains. Some of them were definitely not. Blood had clotted in the ends of the mess of midnight hair and dried on his chin and mouth. His tattered clothes and torso had a similar song to sing. He looked positively wild, like a savage straight out of the woods. Which was exactly what he was, presently. ❞ all rights reserved © mentals || 2016 This book is dedicated to Destiny. ♥