Nyrielle entered the garden shrouded in darkness, moving like a whisper across a grave, one that dared not disturb the peace and tranquility of the garden's only other occupant.
A table had been set with high-backed chairs and softly glowing candles, but it was the woman beside the table who completely captivated the vampire.
Ashlynn stood under the pale light of the full moon, her gentle curves caressed by the golden candlelight beside her. The contrast between the flickering candle flame and pale moonlight gave her an appearance that was simultaneously warm, glowing, and vibrant while also being cool, pale, and a touch melancholy.
The young witch had worn one of her finest dresses, a flowing green gown trimmed in black lace with a plunging neckline that accentuated her generous assets. On her neck, an emerald necklace glittered in the soft evening light, shining almost as brightly as her deep green eyes.
