He should have called security. Should have looked away. Instead, he set down his glass and walked to the edge of his own balcony, the rain slicking his hair to his forehead.
She wasn’t flying. She was waiting.
She stood on the ledge of the building opposite, a silhouette against the holographic advertisements that flickered like artificial auroras. Her dress was a spill of liquid silver, and her hair moved in a wind that he could not feel. But it was her wings that stopped his heart—not feathered, not angelic, but woven from living shadow and fractured light, like shards of a broken galaxy held in bone and sinew. Wings Of Seduction
She turned, and her eyes were twin novae—burning, ancient, utterly inhuman. A smile curved her lips, slow and knowing. “No one is supposed to be anywhere, Kaelen. Haven’t you learned that yet?”
Instead, he leaned into her touch and whispered, “Yes.” He should have called security
That’s when he saw her.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” he called out, his voice steadier than he felt. She wasn’t flying
“I want what was promised,” she said, reaching up to trace the line of his jaw with a finger that left a trail of faint, fading starlight. “A soul brave enough to be ruined. A man foolish enough to say yes.”
