POV: Iris Some gazes feel like knives. His felt like recognition.I felt it before I saw him—the weight of it pressing against my spine as though invisible fingers were dragging me backward through the dirt. I turned, slow, hesitant, the pit of my stomach tightening like a noose, and there he was. A man I had never spoken to before, standing among the warriors, his posture loose but his eyes sharp, cutting right through me as if my skin wasn’t enough of a disguise.I swallowed hard.His eyes didn’t move when I looked back. They held me the way fire holds dry wood—consuming, measuring, daring me to resist.sI broke first.“Why are you staring at me?” The words cracked out of me, harsher than I intended. My voice betrayed the tremor in my chest.“And what eyes did you use in seeing me.” He said with a warm smile on his lips. “Iris, stop this hard you’re trying to play out here.”“Just don’t think you can get me in with those words.” “Again, I ask, why are you staring at me?”“But wait,
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