That’s when he saw her.
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?” Wings Of Seduction
The rain stopped. The neon dimmed. And her wings folded around them both, closing out the world as her lips found his—a kiss that tasted of falling, of flight, of the terrible, beautiful seduction of letting go. That’s when he saw her
Instead, he leaned into her touch and whispered, “Yes.” “No one is supposed to be anywhere, Kaelen
“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.
The neon glow of the lower city painted the rain in shades of bruised purple and electric blue. Kaelen stood on the balcony of his penthouse, a glass of synth-whiskey sweating in his hand, watching the endless crawl of traffic below. He had everything—wealth, power, a name that made boardrooms tremble. But the air up here was thin, sterile, and lonely.