Time of Death: July 16th, 2045, 11:59pm.
Somewhere else in time.
"We meet again, sweet Gwen."
My eyes lift to the throne atop the dais.
He lounges upon it, one elegant hand propping his chin, the other draped lazily over the armrest. Firelight dances beneath his lashes, not reflected but contained, as though his eyes are keeping the flames leashed.
"How tedious," he adds lightly. "I had hoped you'd surprise me this time." He crooks his fingers nonchalantly. "Let me look at you."
My legs obey before my mind catches up. They always do.
I stop at the foot of the dais. Up close, he is worse, all that unearthly power sizzling under his skin, warping it, making his both beautiful and wrong in the same breath, enough to make my skin prickle.
