He was back in his undeniable prime, hell he looked even better.
His shoulders were incredibly broad and straining against the torn, bloody fabric of his dark combat shirt.
His chest was thick and powerful, radiating a masculine vitality that seemed to literally warp the air around him with its heat.
The dark exhausted bags under his eyes that had plagued him since the exact day that Taula left… It was gone now.
His skin was flawless.
He was strikingly, breathtakingly handsome as he didn't look like a guy carrying the weight of the world anymore.
He looked like the guy who held the world in his palm but it was his hair and his eyes that made Mirela freeze in blood-curdling terror.
His messy raven-black hair was completely gone.
It had been entirely replaced by a brilliant and glowing liquid silver and it hadn't just changed color… it had grown to an impossible length.
