Page 169 of Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld #1)

Our Eyes Met

And recognition seized us both.

He was older now,

his face had grown more defined.

He no longer had the boyish youth

I had seen in him.

His cheekbones sat high

and though his hair was shorn,

it only did more to emphasize

his finely cut features

that seemed tenderly carved

from the loving hands

of an ancient being.

He was beautiful in a way

I had never seen before

and I felt the pull again.

Closer to the throne,

I realized his tired eyes

were rich with promise,

and a soft charcoal

the shades of grey of a storm.

I saw his lips upturn slightly

as I approached the throne,

and his smile gave me

a comfort I did not realize

I needed.