friends and foe

Sephora smiled when she turned upon the silent table of Lords and Ladies, intently staring into each of their faces. All the Lords appeared to have their mates sat next to them, all except one.

The said Lord was wearing a pitch black suit, his broad shoulders telling Sephora that he too was a warrior with centuries of experience. He was a male of unnaturally good looks, with a defined chin and full mouth, his skin gorgeously tan. His eyes were the most captivating of his features though. Pure grey eyes glistened with a predator's stare, as they met with her's, contrasting with his jet black hair that fell slightly over his face to brush his dark eyebrows. He was terrifying. Sephora wondered what his Soulborn power was.

She tried not to flinch at the touch of Ambrose's hand against the flat of her back, hinting for her to sit down. She could feel the heat of his fingers through the satin of her dress, and desperately wished she didn't enjoy the sensation as much as she did. She spared him