The Sunspire and nothing breaks like a heart

Her would be ‘Thorn’ finally came to view—not the stark black that could rival the night sky, but a varying silver and bronze with haunting eyes. Of course, it wasn’t his good looks the woman focused upon, her sharp gaze studying him with open scrutiny—it was his mannerism. HIs embellished greeting left no further doubt that he was quite the fan of himself, and Ketzia took a pause in her reaction to him.

There was a twitch in her jaw as if the debate to take her misery out upon him would leave satisfaction. An intense message that she was not a woman to be trifled with, despite the males of her past seemed to think. It would be foolish to pick a fight with an unknown stranger though… especially when she was still weakened from her previous fall. One she would not have survived without Thorn. Her heart clenched.

Instead, the facade of what was familiar to her wove upon her exotic features. Demurely, the honeyed wolf made to close the distance between them, her eyes tracing his body with a shine of appreciation as her nose tipped up in the air, placing his scent to memory. Ketzia had other ways to deal with men.

“Is it?” She paused, her smoky voice filling the mountain air. “Show me.”