Justice blinked and she was gone. Wha . . .? Then he heard her speak. Her questions sparked something within him.
"Who am I?" he spun around, locking his red eyes on her. "Justice." The flame that licked at his hand died out, leaving his pale skin uncharred. "I am Justice, the guardian of the tower. What is your business here?"
His black feathered wings twitched in surprise at how she shifted positions, confused on how she had moved so fast. Brushing his dark red hair away from his eyes, the Xa'Thian narrowed his eyes at the pale woman.