They walked in a comfortable, intimate silence, their shoulders occasionally brushing as the wooden path narrowed between the massive roots. The casual physical proximity sent a slight tingle through Sol.
Out of her bulky armor, smelling faintly of sweet, crushed wildflowers and fresh leather, Kira was breathtakingly beautiful. The moonlight caught the tips of her hair and perfectly illuminated the sharp, elegant curve of her jawline. It was a serene, deeply romantic atmosphere, a stark, almost impossible contrast to the brutal, blood-soaked reality of the jungle just beyond the walls.
Enjoying the cool night breeze and the company, Sol finally let his guard down completely and looked up to simply gaze at the moon.
He stopped dead in his tracks on the wooden ramp.
His breath completely caught in his throat, his silver-crimson eyes widening in absolute, paradigm-shattering shock.
He wasn't looking at the moon.
