It went against absolutely every fiber of Hail's being, but he accepted Ezekiel's confidence and let his mate go with the plan that she was so confident in. She looked like the perfect depiction of a dark angel with her power glimmering just beneath the surface and Ezekiel was proud to present her before the Lords of Darkness. She was the perfect mate, cloaked in his dark spell and she was so merry when they returned to their meeting rendezvous, the perfect depiction of a mate thoroughly ensnared in the spell he had woven. She clung to his arm like a lost child, staring up at him like she believed he had hung the very stars in the sky and even he was impressed by her acting abilities. If he didn't know any better, he would think that she the most submissiove mate ever, thoroughly under his
