Chapter 32. Ming Dynasty, Beijing 1424

Lilith found it hard to restrain herself from watching him walk across the dirt-covered path and onto the cobble-stoned walkway that connected the hutongs in the city. He seemed to enjoy the night air, something she had grown to take for granted. A faint sound of his calm heart rate nudged her ears—an intriguing sound. Most mortals had obnoxious rhythms. Of course, she had something to do with that. She remained in the shadows, content with observing him.

He was of average height, with skin handsomely kissed by the sun. An excellent backdrop for his dark hair. His face looked worn. Wrinkles decorated the corners of his eyes. Yet, his china-blue eyes distracted you from that blemish. This man sauntered through the streets—a fine specimen of a human being.

Excitement welled inside Lilith’s belly as his backside came into view. His determined gait now proved more enticing. Lilith needed to cup his posterior into her cold, dead hands. The curves were, dare she say, quite divine.