He was her slip through the gate into Prime, a sight that brought a flush of anger and excitement.  That meant he could hunt her and destroy her, something he relished in.  Crossing into Prime was forbidden, even nominally by the winter court.  He knew that they didn't enforce it, but no Unseelie could accuse him for this killing even if they wanted.  To do so would cause another war... a war neither side could guarantee to win.  If anything, it would create another long, pointless war.  He'd been in many battles, wading in among the masses, effectively a giant among men, turning the tide so easily.  Being a Prince had its advantages, some he took all too well.<br/><br/>He followed her, crossing into Prime after her, dropping to the soft carpeted floor through the mirror, his glamor immediately cloaking his existence.  Only the most acute senses would detect him, and only then by the indentations of the carpet beneath his feet.  He scanned the room - bedroom, standard human - for his prey, spotting her next to the headboard.  He took a step forward before stopping, his eyes drawn to the sleeping woman, almost like a drug.  He could already hear her thoughts, her dreams... and it felt like little he had ever known.  He knew how much pleasure breaking a human could be, feeding on their emotions and feasting on their bodies... but he'd never felt anything like this.  He turned back to his prey, debating whether to destroy her... or worse.