Interest
Across the crowded room, their eyes met. Linked.
Tall and dark, with a handsome, sharp-boned face that fitted well with his well-toned body, dark hair and dark eyes, the colors of Shalador's people. Her people.
A dark Jeweled male. An Opal Jeweled Warlord Prince. A warrior. A natural predator. A killer. Most of all, a survivor.
She watched him cross the tavern, his step confident and graceful, his eyes never leaving hers. She saw in those dark eyes the same interest and curiosity she knew he could see in hers. What she didn't see – which surprised her, scared her – was the hatred she saw in most men when they realized she was a black widow. No such emotion in that man, only interest, curiosity, and a strange pull.
"Hello, Lady." He said when he reached her table, bowing to her as if she were a Queen and not a lighter Jewel Black Widow/Healer.
"Prince." She responded in the same fashion.
"I noticed you across the room." He said with a smile. A good smile. He extended his hand. " My name is Ranon."
She took it. "Shira."
Ranon and Shira are so cute together!
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