"Who are you?" His voice was husky as if he hadn't used it in a while. His accent was curious, reminiscent of some of the old men from her village. "Are you a witch?"
Her tongue felt thick and she didn't trust herself to give a coherent answer. She just shook her head.
His gaze flicked over her face and she had the feeling this man missed very little. "You look like a witch."
She cleared her throat and gave him a nervous smile. "I don't think you can even see me with your hair in your face."
Li brushed his long hair away and her stomach flopped. He was, in a word, stunning. His face was slim, his skin tanned as if he'd spent a lot of time in the sun. His brows were slightly darker than his hair and his eyes were a deep, rich blue, a hallmark of the Northern clans. His cheekbones were sharp and his jaw well-defined. His mouth looked firm with his lower lip slightly fuller than the top. He possessed the mouth of a true sensualist. A mouth to be kissed, a mouth made to suckle a woman's flesh--
Her cheeks heated and she shook herself from her carnal musings. "Who are you?" she squeaked.
He ignored her question. His forehead pleated and if anything, he was even more handsome with his slightly befuddled expression.
"I know you." His gaze locked with hers. "Don't I?"
She shook her head. She'd never seen this man before, as she'd have remembered him. He was definitely an elf and he possessed the unearthly beauty that was unforgettable. Besides, her tiny Southern clan would've had no reason to mingle with a group from the north.
"You're beautiful," he said. "Possibly the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." His voice was faint, as if he was talking more to himself than to her. He raised his hand and, light as a feather, he touched her jaw with one finger.
She froze and her gaze dropped to his mouth again. She was struck by the urge to kiss him. He had the kind of mouth that was made for kissing, touching, biting, sucking...
Her breathing deepened and she leaned forward. Her head dropped toward his.
If this was a dream, let her never wake up...
In a flash, his expression changed from slightly befuddled to comprehension. His eyes widened and he shoved her away--hard.
Li landed on her butt with a yelp, and her head connected with the edge of a table. She heard the scrape of steel, then the tip of a sword appeared before her eyes. Stunned, she looked up to see the stranger standing over her. The confused look of a few moments before was replaced by a look of complete disgust.
"Witch," he snarled.