He was more muscular than any of the other fae I’d met, or maybe he was just the first one I’d seen bare chested. His skin was so dark it nearly rivaled the inky blackness that had moments before been trying to lure me into their warm shallows, but it was his eyes that were really the most striking. They were a bright and luminous gold, the pupils slitted down the center into two, mirrored half-moons. Gold piercings glittered in his ears and brows, long braided plaits falling down across that muscular chest as he leaned closer to my face to look at me.
