Carrick reached out and tilted Samandriel's chin upwards so as to look him in the face.
The huge blue eyes were so, so sad.
"You're beautiful tonight, Samandriel." It was no attempt to make the slave feel more at ease or to comfort him, just a simple statement of fact.
He let his hand linger there for a moment at Samandriel's jaw, simply looking at the pale, lovely face he had pursued with a hunter's instinct for months.
Tonight, his prey would fall to him.
He stood noiselessly and turned towards the bar's exit.