Wings Of - Seduction

Up close, she smelled of ozone and forgotten prayers.

“I want what was promised,” she said, reaching up to trace the line of his jaw with a finger that left a trail of faint, fading starlight. “A soul brave enough to be ruined. A man foolish enough to say yes.”

“What do you want?” he asked, though he already knew the answer. It was the same thing he wanted: to feel something real before the stars burned out.

She turned, and her eyes were twin novae—burning, ancient, utterly inhuman. A smile curved her lips, slow and knowing. “No one is supposed to be anywhere, Kaelen. Haven’t you learned that yet?”

She wasn’t flying. She was waiting.

Instead, he leaned into her touch and whispered, “Yes.”