I’m cutting Sorli from my djinni novella:
A golden haired demon stood in the hallway a few metres in front of them. He could have been Puck, danced out of A Midsummer Night’s Dream. He was slim and muscled, fair and fey. He radiated his own light field and a lusty sexiness. Tight fawn trousers were an explicit statement of virility and his white shirt was unbuttoned to reveal his lean, hairless chest.
And with Sorli goes a delicious plot thread of sibling rivalry.
I regret the loss, but the story needs a tighter focus.