Only once The Beast had forgiven her could she consider changing his view of her romantically. “That will do for today,” said The Beast. Xxx vedio At home, she had constantly striven to be useful, to be worthy of love. Rose remembered her first meeting with The Beast, when he had noted so pointedly that he had expected her elder sister Marguerite. That night she dreamt of the forest again, but the black dog was nowhere to be seen. He and Rose now sat facing one another with the table between them. 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. There she paced and fretted until the clock struck seven. Only the previous day, she had looked forward to finishing the book and sharing her sense of achievement with her teacher. With nothing better to do, she returned to the project of cleaning the house. With these facts established, she made a plan. Now he stood behind her chair, speaking only to correct her mistakes. Rather than waking her with breakfast, as he usually did, The Beast simply left it on the dining room table, where she found it after giving up waiting and trekking wearily downstairs. Dinner held no surprises. The thought of the threat he presented stirred as much fascination
