Chapter 77

It could be said that he had very delicate features, somewhat androgynous outside his perfect square jaw, but his light blue gaze framed by those thin, arched, blonde eyebrows was almost seductive, as was the welcoming smile on his lips. At first glance, he looked European. English? German? French? He was Caucasian and very tall, but he didn’t look as tall as Ivan or Rex. Beneath the winter coat and torn jeans one could see the figure of a strong person, difficult to defeat. His fingers were intertwined on his thighs, powerful and rustic fingers, with thick veins marked on the back of his hands. He was young, I assumed. He didn’t look like he was thirty. Was he Ivan’s age, perhaps? At the time I couldn’t say exactly, but his soft, feline features left me no doubt of his animal ancestry, although he was not converted to his wildest form. He was just there, waiting.

The neutrality of his features only made me more afraid. What was I thinking? Luke’s words echoed in my head again