Third Person POV
But its complete disinterest in her intrigued him.
It led him to assume the intruder might be a woman though he knew that assumptions were dangerous and the truth would only be revealed upon direct encounter.
Wearing an expression of relaxed anticipation as if he was simply stepping out to savor the night breeze, Ethan opened the balcony door and stepped out into the cool air.
The demon city sprawled beneath him and glittered with ambient life but his gaze was distant and thoughtful.
Unbeknownst to all, his silver-tinted soul sense that was undetectable by ordinary experts stretched out in silence and sought the presence that had dared to peer into their intimacy.
And then he found it—a cloaked shadow, poised silently atop the slanted balcony ceiling above.
It was watching him with a stillness that was far too deliberate.
The proximity startled him.
A chill raced down his spine, goosebumps prickling his skin.
