"Aren!"
Rory's eyes lit up with delight as she looked at the man standing in the living room.
Aren stood quietly beneath the soft cabin lights, his long black hair falling like silk to his waist. Two buttons at the collar of his shirt had been left undone, revealing the elegant line of his neck, pale as polished jade and touched by the glow of the light. There was a cold, breathtaking beauty about him that drew the eye effortlessly.
"Female Master."
The moment he saw Rory, Aren's hands began to tremble.
His heart pounded wildly against his ribs.
Unable to hold himself back, he strode toward her.
The depths of his black eyes seemed to contain entire galaxies, countless stars swirling within them as though they might pull a person under.
Reaching her, he gently took her hand. His eyes were already rimmed with red.
When he spoke, his deep, magnetic voice trembled with emotion.
"I've come back."
Rory instinctively tightened her grip around his hand.
