Raine turned, silver hair shimmering in the misty moonlight, her smile lingering even as she disappeared into the trees. But her warmth, her taste, her desperate, whispered cries—they all remained, seared into Lyan's memory.
"So why are you here, Belle?" Lyan's voice cut through the mist, his tone calm but sharp. His storm-gray eyes turned toward the shadows, and there, stepping gracefully into the moonlight, appeared Belle. The silver glow bathed her figure, tracing the elegant curves beneath her emerald cloak, her long purplish-pink hair cascading in gentle waves over her shoulders. The moonlight seemed to enhance her beauty, her emerald eyes catching the silver glow with a soft, enchanting sparkle.
