Snippet from The Power of Conviction (The Light of Darkness, book 1)
“You can come out now, Samael.”
A faint thud was heard, then footsteps.
They closed in on Anaya, the demon stopping mere feet away from her. He had never been this near. “Why have you come?” she asked.
He shifted his weight, dragging his boot along the ground. “I wanted to see if you would still call me ‘demon,’” he answered. “I now know.”
Thinking he would quickly retreat, Anaya turned to watch his presumed departure, but he was still standing there. He towered over her, dressed in the same grey shirt and black trousers as last. His shoulders draped in a fur mantle, he gazed up at the moon.
Sitting on the ground, Anaya felt mere inches tall in the shadow of the dark-haired demon, but she simply couldn’t avert her eyes. The heavy cloak was held on with a silver clasp, shining in the moonlight. It was circular and engraved with the top and bottom fangs of a predator.
“Why don’t you sit down for a while?” she said, but instantly regretted it. Was she falling for the demon’s lies, being manipulated just as the High Priest had said?
“I’d rather not,” Samael said, facing the stream. He hunched down, then effortlessly traversed the water in a single leap. Pushing his mantle out with his arm, he disappeared into the forest.
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