Black curls surrounded a face that could have been sculpted by the ancient Greeks. His cheekbones were high. His jaw was strong. His lips were plush. His nose was aristocratic. His forehead was wide and sensitive. His eyebrows were elegantly arched, giving him a searching expression. His skin was mostly cream with a touch of coffee color in it. But then there were his eyes. They were red. Not an ugly blood red. But the color of banked coals in the dark on a windy fjord. They were the essence of fire. He could see the color in the irises moving, flowing, igniting like the sun. Gold flecks
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