Steele's POV
An angel with the glare of a devil...there existed some poetic comparison in the midst of it. But all I could bring myself to focus on was how she picked me from a crowd of the masquerading. Expensive deception of lavish silks and limited covering and she saw me through it all. Proving that I belonged to her just as she had to me. My feet froze in the want to crush the distance between us, but the fear beneath her lace mask and deep in the bloom of her irises kept me from doing it. Her feet sped in the direction she came as I was quick to follow.
She caught her hand on the wall outside the rear exit, a hand over her mouth for a moment to compose herself. As I stepped closer, she lunged at me with an arrow in hand before I took her up against the wall. Wrists pinned beside h
