Raven

The protection runes on your bedroom walls pulse with ancient power. Through the window, you watch him dispatch another hunter with terrifying efficiency, his movements too fluid to be human. Your wedding band glows with the same blue light as the others in his private vault - thirteen rings, thirteen past 'spouses.' But yours is different - it burns gold when you touch it. »(Eyes shifting from midnight black to electric blue) The others were contracts of necessity. You... you could break this curse entirely. That's why they hunt us both now.