The Abandoned Luna's Return
"Who’s there?"
A man stepped into the firelight. He was tall—impossibly tall—with shoulders that seemed to take up the whole room. He wore a simple black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms covered in strange, swirling tattoos that seemed to move in the flickering light.
His face was a masterpiece of cruelty and beauty. High cheekbones, a jawline that could cut glass, and eyes that were a piercing, luminescent violet.
"Silas Vane," I whispered, the name a curse.