Someone was following her. Carson recognized him from her stop at the sidewalk coffee vendor twenty minutes ago. She was at a Chinatown intersection, waiting for the walk signal to change color. And so was he. The same man. For one thing, his height was unmistakable. People crowded the corner, waiting like she was. When she glanced over her shoulder, she recognized him because she'd seen him twice already. His gaze swept across her, and she looked away quickly. Her heart beat so hard and so fast she had to breathe through her mouth. Streaks of color flashed at the edges of her vision, a sure precursor to total debilitation. If Magellan had sent him, she was as good as dead.
Name: Kynan Aijan
Hair: Medium brown
Eyes: A very pretty light brown
Age: Who knows for sure?
Race: fiend and warlord
He's just effing scary. He's Alvaro Magellan's most powerful fiend. He's a warlord and also Magellan's unwilling lover.
There is none in his life. But he either loves or hates Carson Philips. He can't decide.