Kissing Danger
Stace simply rolls his eyes, shaking his head at me as Arkyn collapses into a seat next to Kalder.
No one had to say he was a Noble. I can already tell. He has a far more casual vibe to him, his deep grey coat loose on his shoulder, white button-down underneath rumpled, a few buttons undone revealing the strong planes of his upper chest. His most distracting feature finds my attention first, being two silver lines, quite thin, etched into his skin from his temples down his cheekbones, stopping right before his nose.
Stace nudges my side with his elbow. "Arkyn can create illusions. That's his power."