Lexi Esme

“Before I complete my answer, he's already raised a hand, and webbing shoots from one corner of the ceiling and its opposite.”
― Lexi Esme, Threads of Fate

“Well, this is a turn of events,” he says hazily. “I don’t understand. I-Is this a dream? Wha-How...Why are you here?” I stammer. Only a soft chuckle escapes his lips, as though he too is incredulous. "I could ask you the same thing." Then he gives me a small smile, revealing a glint of needle-sharp, inch-long fangs. “You brought me here, Amata.” “I told you, my name is Rhianne, and no– I don’t think I did.” I try to retract my hand, but he curls his fingers gently around mine and runs his soft lips lightly across the knuckles of my hand. I can't help the ripple of electricity, and the shiver that comes and goes through me. “You called out to me. And I know your name. I addressed you as Amata for a reason.” I scarcely dare to breathe, “And why's that?” He lifts a hand to caress the side of my face, making warmth crawl up my neck and cheeks. “Because where I’m from, Amata is a term of affection we give to our destined wives.”
― Lexi Esme, Threads of Fate