Calista
“Who are you?” The voice demanded back. I still couldn’t see them clearly, my eyesight was back to normal. It was like Circe was completely switched off.
The person stepped into a patch of moonlight, revealing themselves. It was a man, older, with a rugged appearance and a wary look in his eyes with a rugged appearance that hinted at a life lived on the edge. His skin was unnervingly pale in the soft light, a stark contrast to the dark stubble shadowing his jaw. His hair, streaked with silver, was wild and unruly, framing his face in disheveled strands.
His eyes were what unsettled me the most. They were a deep, stormy blue, filled with a wary intensity that made me uneasy. Thick, furrowed brows added to his weathered look, and his high cheekbones, straight nose, and thin, cauti
