“Look at me,” he ordered, smooth voice deepening into a snarl. My head snapped up. Soulless black eyes narrowed threateningly and held my gaze. The scar across his cheek was an angry shade of red. I struggled to breathe under his intense scrutiny. The scent of ozone and electricity filled the air, sharp enough to sting but warm enough to be slightly intoxicating. He smelled like a lightning storm.
