Chapter OneShara jumped when she turned away from her bathroom mirror and saw the man sitting cross legged on her bed, dark shadows swirling and twitching, drifting around him like a living thing. Eyes like rubies watched her, his hands rested on his knees, his nails sharp and painted black. Dark hair fell down his back in a french braid, shiny, soft, and reminding her of raven wings. “Stop doing that.” She finally said with a sigh.
He grinned, showing sharp canines. “You think you would be used to it. I have been here since you were a child, little one.”
“You would think.”
“Off to work?”
“Drinks with friends.”
He blinked, tilting his head to the side. “I see.” He got off the bed, stretching. “Then let’s go.”