As he shook off his servant’s grip and staggered heavily to his feet, the sunlight streaming through the outside door struck him full in the face. Samantha gasped. A fresh scar, still red and angry, bisected the corner of his left eye and descended his cheek in a jagged lightning bolt, drawing the surrounding skin taut. It had once been an angel’s face with the sort of masculine beauty reserved only for princes and seraphic.

Yours Until Dawn