C68 Eulalia's Hatred...

Eulalia was far from comfortable at this moment.

The man before her was the one she had been longing for, day in and day out.

Yet, somehow, he didn't match the image she had conjured in her mind.

Tiernan's lips curved into a faint smile as he pulled up a chair with a simple European flair and sat down across from Eulalia. "Sit," he gestured to the seat opposite him