"Jesus Christ. What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, standing feebly and leaning my weight on my crutches. My knees felt like jelly, and I didn't feel half as confident as I somehow managed to sound. "H-How did you...how did you get in?"
He stood in the light just on the other side of the coffee table, looking incredibly different; disheveled, his shirt untucked, his hair tousled, his face bruised and red. The corners of his lips rode up into a sly smile, and I had no choice but to look at him, really, for the first time, the dimples on both cheeks disarming me momentarily. His eyes were a smoky, seductive gray, the lashes a fine coal-black, thick, and shiny just like his dark hair. He was tall, well over six feet, but he had a slightly bigger build than Abel. Muscular, with well-defined features. Powerful.
