Chapter 64 Starlit Devotion

Julian said, "Don't move. I'm almost done." His gaze lingered on Rosalie's slender neck and delicate collarbone, and his Adam's apple shifted as he swallowed hard. "All done," he said at last. Rosalie quickly snatched the ointment from his hand. "I'll take care of my arms and legs myself." Julian said nothing, turned sharply, and walked over to the vending machine. He bought a bottle of ice water, twisted off the cap, and gulped it down in one big swallow. As Rosalie applied the cream, she caught a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye, and her heart skipped a beat. She had seen that raw, untamed look before. Lucian had once stared at her with the same intensity, teeth clenching as he growled, "Rosalie, do you have any idea how dangerous you are? One look at you, and I'd rather die in your bed than live without you." His words had been crude, yet she had understood, even then, that she was the kind of temptation men couldn't resist. Now, she was terrified she might once a