She exhaled curtly. ‘I’m a serryn. That’s all you see. I’m just something to be tortured, slain or sold off as a commodity. That’s hardly the most appealing of traits.’  ‘Tell your eyes that. Because you really shouldn’t look at me the way you do. No serryn has looked at me like that.
Lindsay J. Pryor, Blood Roses
blackthorn, paranormal, paranormal-romance, pnr, urban-fantasy