The man can’t be any older than Lenny, though it is clear which one of them was blessed with a towering physique—in Mara’s trivial opinion. His broad shoulders lift with each breath, muscles straining beneath his black tunic and vest. Moonlight sharpens his cheekbones and highlights the scar slicing through his lips. A silver streak mars his wavy black hair—and, distantly, Death thinks one of his arms is the size of her leg.
Mak
