Morana
She stepped from the shadows of Anton’s office, appearing to form from the darkness itself. Large silver jewellery glinted like stars against her dark skin.
“Did you see him?” Anton hissed. “Interfering little prick!”
Morana turned passive black eyes on her furious boss and patted the back of his hand. His burning skin was a startling contrast on her cool palm. “Yes, Anton. I saw.”
“And?” Anton pulled back, frustrated and impatient. “What do you think?”
She pursed her lips and arranged her robe around her as she sat on the couch. She trailed her fingers over the expensive leather. The smell of it always made her ravenous. “And I think he should be watched.”
“And Doren?” He dropped to his knees in front of her, his face twisted with concern. “Should we be worried about Doren?”
