The sky cracked with a low, ominous rumble, and the air was thick with the hiss of malevolent wings. Ten demons, their forms shifting between shadow and smoke, circled around the high ceilings like vultures scenting blood. Their eyes burned golden, mouths twisted in cruel anticipation.
But Vyan's eyes were on Jade—
Until the sight was blocked. By silky platinum hair flying in his vision. By the back of a woman who looked every bit of the valiant soldier that she was in her heart, even in her insanely gorgeous gown.
Iyana planted herself squarely in front of Vyan, her back to him, shoulders squared. Her sword gleamed in its blue light, its edge catching the flicker of demonic fire above.
"Let me take care of these ugly things." With a single hand, she smoothly tied her hair in a messy yet steady bun as he watched, mesmerized, the scent of her hair wash inhibiting his senses.
For a moment, Vyan just stared, at a loss of words.
