The Fated Series
Then she looked up—and there he was.
Osiris Long stood at the dais, his long red hair braided back, his beard gleaming with golden thread. A cloak of deep green fell from his shoulders, the crest of Pine Wood stitched over his chest. He looked like the forest given flesh—wild, indomitable, magnificent. His green eyes locked onto hers the moment she appeared, and every ounce of his humor fell away, replaced by something deeper.
Desire. Reverence. Absolute certainty.