Night fell over Bloodfiend City.
The city was ablaze with lights.
On a street in the city, Celeste Grant walked at a leisurely pace, her arm linked with Javier Sinclair's.
A night breeze blew, and a lock of long hair brushed against her cheek. She glanced to the side and saw it was Javier Sinclair's hair, draped over his shoulder. She reached out, pushed it back behind him, and said, "Your hair is blowing in my face. It tickles." 'Still,' she thought, 'my Archfiend's hair feels as smooth as silk.'
Hearing her, Javier Sinclair stopped and tilted his head slightly to look at her.
The corners of his lips curved into a slight smile.
Javier Sinclair rested a hand on her shoulder, leaning in close to her. "It's the wind," he said. As he spoke, another gust lifted the hair on his shoulder, letting it brush faintly against her face and nose.
