Special

Dael lifted his head again, and he was startled to find Flavia almost nose to nose with him. Her eyes were truly golden, like that of a hawk or a wolf, and something in them glimmered - like laughter.

“Yes, Angelus really did choose well,” she said. She sat back, smoothed down her skirts, and she was smiling fondly at Dael the way some girls smiled at newborn lambs.

He scrubbed a hand over his face, wary. “What are you looking at?”

“You.” Flavia sighed happily. “You’re special, aren’t you?”

“Lots of people have hair this color where I come from.”