Azura's POV
He was still looking at me.
Those gray eyes through the white mask, steady and completely unhurried, like the smoke filling the corridor and the sounds of fighting coming from every direction and the massive sword he had just been dragging across the stone floor were all perfectly ordinary things that required no particular attention right now.
I was the thing that required attention.
I have been looking for you for a long time now.
The words sat in the air between us and I could not make my legs move. Could not make my brain produce a single useful thought. I just stood there in the smoke with my heart going entirely too fast and looked at this enormous masked man with his white hair and his black horns and tried to understand what was happening.
He had called me a thief.
I had never seen him before in my life.
"AZURA!"
