Chapter 4: Arete

Despite the physical warmth his gaze gave off, his tawny eyes were hard. There was something inscrutable about him. Yes, he was being guarded with her, but El got the impression that he never gave much away. Everything about him was dark: his hair like billowing smoke, his stubble like soot. His gaze was more like the tail end of a fire – its light and warmth choked by ash.