He grinned wolfishly, gesturing at himself with a leather-gloved hand. “Take it in, Your Majesty.” And she did. He was not, as she had initially feared, a snow demon. Nothing but a man sat across from her, so relaxed in his bearing that he could have been on a holiday jaunt instead of a killing mission. He was dressed head to toe in black leather, with a fur-lined cape affixed to his shoulders. Long fingers emerged from leather half-gloves, twirling a wicked blade as if it were a child's toy.
