I leaned back in my chair, tilting the legs back as I closed my eyes and blew out a haze of smoke from my mouth. It added to the already dense air around me, floating away towards the bar. Where Seth was drowning his sorrows in whatever alcohol he had decided on this week. I rolled my eyes. Someone cleared their throat to my left, and I let the chair fall back down as I glanced over.
She was leaning against the wall, a lighter in one hand and an unlit cigarette in her mouth. As I watched she flicked the lighter open and lit the cigarette taking a long drag before she met my gaze. Her irises were black, and they looked just like his. Her hair was down past her waist, loose as it normally was, and her lips were painted red as sin. She wore ripped black jeans, almost painted on to her long, thin legs, and what had to be lingerie on top. A battered leather jacket that I'd swear was Iri's was hanging 3 sizes too big on her. As I my eyes roamed her body she raised her eyebrows before sauntering over in the knee high black boots she wore.
"Niall." Her voice was as it always was, dark, sexy and full of promises she had no intention of keeping. She really was the embodiment of sin. "Being Dark King suits you well." Her eyes flicked over me appreciatively. "Very well indeed." She almost purred the last words, before dropping into the chair opposite me.
"Well it wasn't like I had much of a choice," I informed her, barely keeping the dark laughter out of my voice.