Emberwood Silken

There was a gilded fire in her, this daywalker. Her teeth caught his cheek and he drew back with a low hiss of pain. He started to circle her, green eyes alight with a toxic glow in the dim of evening.

She questioned him.

You, Ptolemy said simply, watching for her reaction. He was fascinated by her, a creature of the light, so foreign to a prince crowned in shadow. Even the taste of her anger was divine.