Of course, he had not expected for the two of them to be joining him. The only sign of the events of the day were the thin trails of red scratches down the left-hand side of his face. Shallow cuts, they would be gone by the morning. His hard jawline and high cheekbones seemed warmer, softer, in the candlelight. Rua bit the inside of her cheek as she looked over his tall, lithe frame and those full pink lips. Gods, why did he have to be so damn handsome? It felt wrong for someone so cold to be so good-looking.
