Romance in the Neath: Impenitent Devil
He has done everything at least once. Or, almost everything. His gaze lingers on yours, fierce as a coal on the hearth.
He looks younger than most of his kind, but he is not. His eyes are pale fire, and his cheekbones are gaunt as a parliamentarian’s sense of decency.
He looks bored, until, that is, he notices you.













