How would they get there, to that moment she had foreseen? There was no denying he was attractive. He had the chiseled face and physique of the carved statues that stood outside Saints halls. If she met him as a handsome stranger in a tavern, she’d undoubtedly sink several flamebrandies and suggest they get a room. But he wasn’t a handsome stranger in a tavern. He was a murderer, a torturer. Dark and cruel to his bones.
