The Late Late Show
"Who is that?" I wondered aloud as I stared at the female drow sitting beside my enemy.
She had short white hair that was shaved at the sides which complimented the chiseled jawline of a fierce, but beautiful face. Her skin was so dark it was almost blue, and her pale eyes hidden underneath white brows were silver in hue.
But what made this drow stand out more than all the other guests I'd seen tonight—even more than the Lord of Stars and his harem—was how she was dressed. Everyone else was decked in evening party outfits but this female had arrived for battle in a snug black vest that was layered with black scales on the chest and shoulders.
To me, at least, this was a clear statement. She wasn't here to party. She was here to go to war.
The drow turned her gaze on me—maybe because I'd been gawking at her for way more than I should have—and gave me a steely-eyed glare that nearly made me want to shrivel into myself like a turtle.