Fate of the Ancients - Part One
The snow was falling steadily outside Kira’s bedroom window, illuminated by the yellow glare of the nearby streetlight. She was lying in bed watching it fall and thinking of him. Again. Always him. Whenever there was a moment where the duties of a Clan-Daughter did not otherwise occupy her mind, she was thinking of him and his damned piercing hazel eyes. The way he looked at her made her uncomfortable. It made her face flush and her heart race. It paralyzed her, and she didn’t enjoy that feeling. Not at all. It made her feel vulnerable. Yet, here she was, nowhere near him and still thinking about him. His head tilted to one side as he watched her pass by. He would let out a low whistle when she did. He had one stubborn dark curl that framed his right eye. The man was nothing short of gorgeous.
