Starglow Basin Calor

The fiend warmed with delight at her question. 

I would, Juárez told her. The rumble of his voice was like distant thunder. The blood color of his eyes searched her face with unwavering intensity. She was far prettier than the fallen star he had captured. Leto was soft and light and she walked with a compelling confidence. It was not attraction that drew him to these features. It was a desire to ruin them. 

My brother, too.