6/28/2023 0 Comments The tiger prince iris johansen![]() Time had honed and hardened the faultless symmetry of the face Margaret had once described as having the beauty of a fallen angel, but it still held the riveting magnetism it had always possessed. The boy had always burned with a restless, volatile energy, but now he cast out an almost incandescent vitality. The scrap of an old verse popped into Ian's mind, underscoring the impression that had leapt into being the instant he had caught sight of Ruel. Certainly no trace of tameness lingered in his brother now. Yet the reports he had received over the years should have given him some warning, and even as a boy Ruel had never been tame. Somehow he had not expected Ruel to look so lethal. Shock jolted through Ian MacClaren as he peered through the smoke layering the air of the bar at the two men squaring off across the room. Stripped to the waist, his muscles gleaming gold-bronze in the lantern light, blue eyes blazing with fierce joy, he circled the huge mulatto holding the machete. Ruel's right hand gripped a bone-handled knife with deadly competence, and an eager smile curved his lips. ![]() Ruel reminded Ian of a beautiful tiger set to pounce. ![]()
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