Zayn hadn't expected to run into her again — the witch.
The first time they met, it had been in the middle of chaos.
He barely had time to focus on her, let alone take in details.
Now, under the dimming afternoon light, the marketplace bustling behind them, he had no choice but to acknowledge her.
She was stunning.
Like others of her kind in this world, her skin was a rich emerald green, smooth and vibrant under the soft glow of the lanterns being lit in the market stalls.
Her golden eyes shimmered like molten metal, reflecting the flickering lights around them.
They were slanted and sharp, like a predator watching its prey, studying his every move with quiet amusement.
Her lips, a darker shade of green, curled into a knowing smirk.
And her figure…
Zayn swallowed, his grip tightening on the bag under his arm.
She was dangerous.
Her body wasn't just alluring — it was the kind that demanded attention.