The following morning dawned bright over the Angel's City, the marble spires catching the early sun and scattering gold across the streets below. The air was fresh, scented faintly with blooming sky-lilies from the gardens, and the distant sound of temple bells rolled through the clear sky.
Nero arrived first, his presence as bold in casual wear. He had chosen a light gray top that clung comfortably to his frame, short jeans that gave him an unrestrained look, and sneakers of the same muted shade that completed the simple but sharp ensemble. The contrast of the soft gray against his dark blue hair and those piercing crimson eyes gave him an air both approachable and dangerous—like a wolf hiding its fangs.
Then she appeared.
