His face. Fuck.
The screens didn't do him justice. Not even close.
Sharp lines softened by that effortlessly tousled white hair. High cheekbones, a cut jaw, lips made for jokes and promises no one kept. And those eyes, sea-glass blue, framed by lashes too long for any man to deserve.
But the worst part?
He didn't look real.
He looked like the kind of angel you'd follow straight into hell, smiling all the way.
He leaned closer, watching me unravel. "You're staring now."
I blinked out of it. "I was just… just, "
"Wondering what I looked like when I'm not hiding?" he finished for me, voice dropping low.
I scoffed, backing up a step. "I've seen prettier."
I had though. Kael.
"Lie again," he whispered, "and I might kiss you just to shut you up."
My heart did something stupid. "You wouldn't."
He grinned. "No. But you believed I would."
The wind had shifted.
