The Chosen Hand

[LORD RAFE ALDER MORLAND]

HE TURNS TO me, and I am locked in his eyes. For a moment I swear I see a glimpse of hidden fury that rattles me but it is gone when he blinks next.

My eyebrows draw in. I am confused. It's hard to explain, but there is something more. It is as if I had committed a personal offense. I feel fear now. A rare kind.

I see his immortal, I feel the dominance in the air, I let o