"Diana, "whispered Amira," that position is not for you. Lie on your side.«
I opened my eyes. I stared into the black eyes of the Witch and felt offended that she had somehow discovered my secret.
"Bend over."I was amazed, as she said. My body immediately relaxed. She patted me lightly on the shoulder. "And keep your eyes open.«
I turned to Clairmont. Amira dimmed the light, but the glow of his luminous skin allowed me to clearly see his features.
In profile, he resembled a medieval knight lying on top of a funerary monument in Westminster Abbey: long legs, long torso, long arms and a strikingly strong face. There was something ancient about his appearance, even though he only seemed to be a few years older than me. I followed in my mind his forehead with a finger from where it started at his irregular hairline, up over his protruding brow bone with the powerful, black eyebrows. My imaginary finger continued up over the tip of his nose and his curved lips.