They were back to the mansion before Alexis knew it and thankfully there were no staff awake.
She sat at the edge of Keelion's bed, legs kept together and her fingers fidgeting nervously against her thighs.
Keelion was staring down at her, leaning against the door, ankles crossed and hands shoved into the pocket of his sweats.
"I didn't mean to…" she mumbled.
There was no response from him, but he kept his attention on her. The greenish hue of her bright brownish eyes was rather dim like the slight sparkle that always hovered in them was gone.
Dried blood was still smeared across her cupid lips, full and perfect, and her arms were bloody.
The wild curls that surrounded her head like a halo—a few were allowed to slip, falling over her face. He'd never seen anyone look like they dropped from the sky.
Intoxicatingly beautiful, but maddening. Innocent, yet bloodthirsty for some reason.
