The eyes behind the mask gazed on the sight before them and the anger grew.
The Immortal known as Am'rul lay between the elf female's legs, his hairless head resting on her chest, one of her arms draped almost possessively over his shoulders. The second one lay beside her on his back, her other arm tossed lazily across his broad chest, one of his hands resting on the flesh of her forearm. Her long blond hair was splayed across the pillows of the bed, and she wore a peaceful expression on her face. The twin puncture marks in her neck were easily discernable, but they would disappear completely in a few hours.
