The Prey of the Huntress Chronicle One
by Susan Storm
She walked into the room and the fire wound down in the hearth, as if a cold draft had settled inside as she moved. Her eyes were gleaming, now brighter than the fire. And her face looked flush, like she had drawn the warmth of the flames within. She smiled and the heat extended from her, advancing across the room. She watched as his eyes lit up, soaking the warmth she offered like a sponge.