He had a tousled mess of black hair cut at odd angles that ultimately ended at his shoulders. No… not quite black. It was another hue—a deep plum color off-set just slightly by the light. A wicked, sickle-shaped scar ran down his left cheek and beneath the high collar of his intricately embroidered jacket. It brought her attention to a pair of piercing green eyes. He stared from underneath long lashes, fixated on the woman.

