The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver sheen over the still waters of Rafayel's outdoor pool. The air was thick with the scent of night-blooming flowers, and the only sound was the gentle lapping of the water against the pool's edge. Rafayel stood at the edge of the pool, his sleek, muscular form illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight. "You ready?" Rafayel's voice was low, his eyes sparkling with excitement.