Why the gods felt the need to bless such a deadly creature with such a beautiful face was beyond me. Instead of the yellow cat-like eyes of last night, the man in the window had dark coal eyes that sucked you into their endless abyss. His hair, black and straight, moved gently in the morning breeze like the leaves on a willow tree. It fell past his shoulders as the light of day danced across his upsettingly handsome face. If it weren’t for the large curved horns twisting up from his head, one would think he was just a normal man.
