Only once The Beast had forgiven her could she consider changing his view of her romantically. The thought of the threat he presented stirred as much fascination as fear, although she remembered well that when the danger had been most apparent her overriding emotion had been terror. XXX But she couldn’t deny that she was infatuated by The Beast. It was clear The Beast hungered for her, but maybe it was simply the hunger of a predator rather than romantic desire. There was nothing to do but remain meek and obedient. She would not rouse his anger, nor pressure him to treat her romantically. His constant orders were also a point of concern. There she paced and fretted until the clock struck seven. Her punishment was deserved, she told herself. Sighing, she gave up and returned to her room. It hurt to imagine how lonely he was.
