The crimson haze gradually dissipated until he could once again make out some of the entryway. He observed the steps, the shadows, and Lucian. He prayed he couldn't see again as his eyes widened at the approaching vamp.
Lucian walked across the room, sending a shudder through Kara that she was unable to control. Before she him this seemed way, she would have only imagined that Hell could have eyes that color of crimson. He continued to pay attention to Killean, but they were so brilliant that they illuminated the shadows all about him.
She had never seen the generally aloof, often-jerk vampire get upset. When Killean turned away from the banister, a momentary flicker of panic crossed his face before he lost all feeling in it. Declan inhaled laboriously. She was worried by the lifeless expression in his eyes even though his cheeks had recovered some color.
