Lion Head Mesa Harry Potter style.

The woman settled into a neutral position and drew her gaze to meet him. Arsenio closed the remaining space between them and paused on the edge of the mesa’s claim. The ice of his gaze roamed over the stranger’s figure and settled upon her eyes. They glimmered orange, like the highlights of her dark coat. It was a stunning contrast.

Finley Blackthorn wished to know more about Akashingo. This brought a frown onto the Greek man’s face. He peered at her with scrutiny, wondering if there would be repercussions for giving Akashingo’s information freely to strangers. The woman could have been a spy for the Saints, or for the former Saint leader Nyra.

Yes, yes, what is it you wish to know, Finley Blackthorn? Arsenio asked her, somewhat impatient in his tone. If he could help it, he did not wish to remain on the border speaking to a stranger. He did not know if she had interest in joining, or if she was only there for the details she could not obtain from staring at their home.