Chapter 13
13 The second that her father made his entrance, Kira felt like she’d been dealt a physical blow. She felt him arrive, though the sky was black as ink. When soft gray light crept back into the world, illuminating Rezeal, he was half what she remembered, half monster. He was too beautiful, too perfect, and yet the energy rolling off him was sinister and black. Tall and lithe, Rezeal sported a mane of glossy black hair that perfectly matched his ten foot tall wings. His face was carved from the finest marble; sharp cheekbones, perfectly arched nose and a hard jaw line. He appeared to be only a few years older than Kira herself, but his sharp, ice-gray eyes spoke of an ageless intelligence. Clad in black leather from head to toe, Rezeal looked more like a villain from Sons of Anarchy than a
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