Manon seeing Dorian while Rifthold was under attack:
âShe had forgotten how much taller he was.â
âHis sensuous mouthâ
âHe towered over her.â
âManon studied his long legs, more muscled than last time sheâd seen him.â
âHe had packed on more muscle.â
âThe golden tan of his skin.â
âShot her a glare over his broad shoulder.â














