"Now, now, you two. Let's play nice, shall we?"
I looked past Ivor as he turned around to face the man who spoke.
And boy is he a man.
The man standing before me, who I assume must be Nathair, has a presence that demands the attention of everyone. He's tall, towering over Ivor, maybe even as tall as Emrys. Nathair has long black hair tied in a braid going down his back. He has tanned skin, full lips, a straight nose, and golden eyes that are glowing. The guy is only wearing a pair of black leather pants that hang low on his hips.
Wow. God Nathair looks like the Native American version of Pops. Kind of hot. If ya know, he wasn't trying to corrupt my mate, and didn't put me in a cage.
Ivor immediately fell to one knee and crossed his right arm over his chest. He kept his head bowed low
