Synopsis
"I've never seen hair the color of blood before. Not on anyone." Blood was still dripping. Still spreading across the floor. Belial stood there holding the stained sword out like it was nothing, and Rose couldn't bring herself to focus on any of that, because— "Well? Doesn't it remind you of lady's hair?" Belial Le Serenity. The man I had been searching for all this time, and the moment he laid eyes on me, he was already interested. I possessed a supporting character in a romance novel. One who gets killed off by a villain sub-male lead before the heroine…
