Raine's POV 

I let Cage guide me by the hand as we walked back to where our group waited. 

Felaern was standing, his chest leaning forward slightly, his head inclined. His cobalt-liquid eyes swirled with intensity as he listened to the Immortal we had seen on our first day here. She was dressed almost the same as she had been before. A frost-white gauzy fabric, connected with gold bands, wrapped around her biceps, breasts, and hips, covering just enough bits and pieces of her body. Her gorgeous white birthmarks were on display, each representing a gift. 

I didn't know her name but she exuded power, dangerous power. Instinctively, I was...