The air in the chamber suddenly seemed to cease at the mere presence of him, and the sudden chill that went down Belle's back made her shiver slightly. Though her back was turned to the door, facing the bedpost where she held on as her corset was being tied by Farrah, she knew he was looking at her. Slowly, she turned around to him and felt her heart thud at the sight of him.
Her vampire husband was a sight to behold, standing there, staring at her with narrowed dark eyes and a displeased look. He wore a long black coat with silver embroidery on the cuffs. Beneath the coat, a fitted black vest hugged his torso, its buttons fastened neatly over a dark, open-collared shirt that revealed a little of his solid, tan chest. The sight made her gulp and wonder how he had tanned to a honey-bronze shade when there was no sun in Nightbrook. Vampires were known to be pale as the dead.
