realized as the Valg king rose, his gray jacket
and pants immaculately tailored. No weapons
lay at his side. No hint of the Wyrdkey.
But he could feel Erawan’s power, the
wrongness leaking from him. Could feel it,
and remember it, the way that power had felt
inside him, curdling his soul.
Ice cracked in his veins. Quick—he had to
be quick. Strike now.
“This is an unexpected delight,” Erawan
said, his voice young and yet not. He gestured
to the spread of food—fruits and cured meats.
“Shall we?”
Dorian’s magic faltered as two moon-pale,
slender hands rose from the folds of the black
cloak and pushed back the cowl.
The woman beneath was not beautiful, not
in the classical way. Yet with her jet-black
hair, her dark eyes, her red lips ... She was
striking. Mesmerizing.
lily
(lily)
#1