"Who are you?" I demanded without looking up, my Phoenix fire already flickering at my fingertips.
"Someone enjoying the garden," he said, pushing off the tree. "Same as you, I assume. Unless you came here to burn it down. In which case, I'd prefer a warning first."
"I don't burn things without reason," I said as I turned around. He was tall—maybe six-foot-two—with dark hair that fell past his shoulders and eyes that were the strangest color I'd ever seen. Not quite silver, not quite gold. Something in between that caught the moonlight and held it.
"Good to know," he said, moving closer. "Though from what I hear, you burned quite a few things recently. A vampire-enhanced wolf. A Phoenix Hunter. Half your father's estate."
My eyes narrowed. "You've been keeping tabs on me."
"Everyone's
