The moon hung low over the blackened forest, casting silver streaks over the jagged cliffs. Shadows danced like whispers, and the wind carried an unnatural chill that made the trees tremble. In the heart of this desolation, a figure stood atop the highest cliff—tall, broad-shouldered, with eyes that burned like molten gold.He was a demon, but not the grotesque, terrifying kind that haunted villages. No, he was a different breed—handsome, almost painfully so. His dark hair fell perfectly over a face carved from danger and elegance, and his aura radiated power that made the air itself seem to hold its