Malachy

Authority.

It was oozing from him. As the men meandered into the room, the air electrified, stealing Claire’s breath from her chest. The man beside her father entered the room with confidence and poise. His size alone was intimidating, throwing in his dark features and serious manner, and Claire understood why the Council sent him. He was obviously a superior warrior who commanded attention.

But Jeeeeeeezzz.

Claire couldn’t look away. He had to be around 6’4, easily one of the tallest men she had ever seen. His dark chestnut hair was tied back into a low bun, it only made his strong jawline more prominent with his perfectly shaved face. Intense, deep brown eyes rested on her bright green ones. His tailored black suit didn’t even have a wrinkle in it; the complete opposite of the disheveled looks of her family after the rogue encounter.

Breathe, girl. Don’t freak out. A god just walked into your house. Be cool. Breathe.

She cautiously walked around the couch, while wiping her swe