The Untamed Concubin

The Bermuda Triangle, as expected, lives up to its name.,"Hawk." A low voice, laced with surprise. "Hold on, I'm not hurt.",The man lowered his head, gazing at the person in his arms. From this angle, the white, strange garment gaped open at the collar, a ripple of snow-white... and there were deep shadows. Crimson stains marred one ripple, then flowed along its incline, into those depths.。