As the portal closed behind the departing Eternals, another figure stepped from the shadows of the chamber—someone Parker had almost forgotten among the thousands of blessed he'd collected. The woman moved with predatory grace that made even darkness seem clumsy by comparison.
She was vampiric in the most intoxicating sense, all dangerous curves and lethal beauty wrapped in skin that seemed to glow with inner moonlight. Her hair fell in midnight waves that caught nonexistent light, framing a face that was sharp enough to cut glass and beautiful enough to make angels weep. Full lips painted the color of fresh blood curved in a smile that promised either ecstasy or death—possibly both.
Her eyes were liquid blood, ancient and knowing, holding depths that spoke of centuries spent perfecting the art of seduction and slaughter.
