"Of all the people to run into," his voice coaxed like silk, " I always seem to run into you."

He leaned forward with a half smile and a single crimson eye that seemed to embrace her in warmth.

She felt her stomach lurch with butterflies.

"Did you honestly think I had forgotten?" his said, the half smile blooming fully on his face like a magnificent flower, he opened his left hand to reveal a burnt moth still wriggling in his hand.