She would have called upon the gods to help her ward off the devil lounging on her bed, until she realized who it was.
Hellal's very personification, Rafelius Greyford himself.
Elain hurried to lock the door, making sure no one would walk in on her with a man in her room in the middle of the night.
"What are you doing here?" she asked in a quiet but firm voice, careful not to speak above a whisper as she marched toward the bed where the Dark Fae sat leisurely.
He looked up at her as she stopped before him. The faint moonlight spilling through the window illuminated half of his face. What she saw now was half an angel's face, and half a demon's.
His expression was relaxed, perhaps even tender, as he stared at her with those intimidating silver eyes.
"To check on you, of course. I heard you were attacked by a vampire and injured." His gaze drifted to her neck, where her shoulder lay hidden beneath her nightgown and hair.
