Bride of The Beast. Adrienne Basso

his hand through a shaft of sunlight. The exposed flesh of his fingers had burst into flames.

      Frightened, shocked, horrified, Bethan had curled herself into a tight ball, hiding herself behind the stone archway, praying she had not been seen. Cursing, de Bellemare had left the solarium. When he appeared at the evening meal, all traces of the wound were gone.