Damon sat in the darkness with a crease in his brows. The cave glowed with a pale light, the crystals scattered along the walls casting a soft illumination that pushed back the gloom in patches.
Yet where there was light, the shadows pooled thicker, lurking in the corners like silent spectators.
By his side lay a woman of ravishing beauty, long black hair spread across the blanket like a silken veil. Her beauty was sharp enough to be intimidating, her presence regal and cold. This was Abellona.
She rested on the soft blanket Damon had laid out, though he had originally wished to pull an entire bed from his shadow storage if only he had the space.
This was the best he could manage for now. Naturally, he hadn't done it out of kindness.
Damon wasn't the type to provide comfort without compensation—he had charged her for it.
