“A sheen like fire and the presence of smoke” — from English Eerie: The Beast on the Moor

“This isn’t something for you,” he said, his polite façade a mist dissipating from the surface of water. “Ms. Ainsley--” “Ileiana.” “Ileiana, then,” he continued. “We’ve been well-briefed on your constitution and are under strict orders not to let you run about as you please.” “I wasn’t asking for your permission, Daniel,” I announced, testing the waters. When no rebuke came, I continued. “I think you’ll find I’m quite capable of making my own decisions in this regard and of any other."