Uguns appraised the man kneeling before her as the silence grew into a tangible weight upon Markos's shoulders. She cupped his face in her long hands, her claws delicately brushing against his skin. He saw a specter of himself reflected in the mask as her gaze bore down at him. This close he could see that her pupils were shaped like a serpent's.
With her free hand, she undid the lower portion of her mask, parting it along a hidden seam. Beneath, blood red lips curved into a slow, knowing smile, revealing the faint gleam of sharp, predatory teeth. Her serpentine pupils narrowed as her gaze bore into him, reading him as his soul lay bare before her. "As you wish."
