The black cloak swayed gently as the figure fully materialized in the sunlight. Aiden walked toward her without hesitation, his steps steady and purposeful, blue eyes locked onto the hooded form with a mixture of curiosity and deep, possessive hunger that had only grown stronger since their first meeting in the alley.
Aeloria remained on the ground a few yards away, one hand pressed to her broken ribs as she quietly channeled healing magic into herself. She watched the scene with quiet fascination, her green eyes sharp even under the bright daylight.
The cloaked woman slowly raised her hands. With trembling fingers, she pushed the hood back.
