Blood Assassin (The Sentinels #2)(116)

On cue a female stepped into the salon, dressed in a yellow sundress. Bas hissed, feeling as if he’d been punched in the gut.

She was just as beautiful as ever.

Her pale, perfect face was dominated by a large pair of velvet brown eyes. Her hair was pulled into a long braid that fell to her waist, the silvery-blond color shimmering in the muted light.

“Myst,” he breathed in disbelief.

She regarded him with a somber expression. “Hello, Bas.”

He gave a shake of his head, trying desperately to dismiss his potent, intoxicating response to the sight of her.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Her gaze shifted to the tiny girl standing beside him, a luminous smile lighting her fragile features.

“I’ve come for my daughter.”