C450 BLOOD OF A SACRED CHILD

"The boy sees what I am, Aria. He sees the monster beneath the glow," the Young Prince panted, his hands dropping from her waist as if the very touch might ignite her.

He stood in the center of the damp cave, his body a pillar of shimmering amber. The light coming off his skin was not soft; it was the harsh, vibrating radiance of a star forced into a human shape