Samael’s hand cushions the back of Aren’s head just before he hits the back wall of the cave. He holds Aren, barely breathing, in stark contrast to how hard Aren is panting.
Samael is ungodly beautiful. Not surprising, given that he’s the king of demons.
He’s also bested Aren once again. He’d demanded to spar, to test Aren’s readiness to serve in his guard. Why? Because Aren has told him that he is Toren, a lesser demon from a fringe territory intent on serving His Highness.