“Strange, isn’t it?” Zevander said, and I turned to see him staring at me. “Seeing beauty through the eyes of something so ruined and ugly.” Smiling, I turned back to the view. “If you’re referring to yourself, you hardly qualify as ugly.” “You flatter me.” “For now. I’m still angry, though, so tread cautiously.” Smiling, he hiked his boot up onto the crumbled edge of the stone wall and rested his arm against his bent knee. “Fair enough. But know that your anger bears no effect on how swiftly I would kill to protect you.”
