“Hello, Persephone Winters.” To her absolute shock, he smiled—a broad, toothy, fangy, friendly smile. Seph usually disliked being called by her full name, but the way he said it—with that deep timbre; in that unique Kordolian accent—made it sound different, nice. The two sharp canines extending from his upper teeth gleamed in the dim light, giving him a predatory appearance. “I apologize for the rude introduction. I came to extract you from this mess.”
