Nyx stood before him, the dust of her transformation settling around her bare feet. The dragon scales that had armored her colossal form were gone, replaced by skin so pale and flawless it looked like it had been sculpted from moonlight and milk.
She was unashamed, standing with a natural, regal posture that only a creature at the absolute top of the food chain could possess.
Judas's eyes traveled up. He couldn't help it. He was a man, and the sight before him was biologically engineered to arrest the attention of any living male.
Long legs, the curve of her hips that defied geometry, and a waist he could likely span with his hands. He looked until he reached her chest—high, firm, and defying gravity with an arrogance that matched her personality—and then he forced his neck muscles to snap his head to the side.
He stared at a crack in the ground with the intensity of a man studying holy scripture.
