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“You can sleep in here, and I’ll take the couch.” “Oh, no. I don’t want to be a pain,” Lucy said, dropping her bag and sitting down on the edge of my bedspread. “It’s just—not girly at all.” I laughed. “I didn’t want any pink, frou-frou stuff. So I went with blues and teals.” “It’s great. I’ll sleep on the floor. I brought a sleeping bag.”

I said, my voice clipped and distant, fighting to keep myself from believing a single word he’d spoken. I hadn’t taken a single step yet when Lucian held up another picture. The picture showed a girl eating chocolate and strawberries. Based on the picture, it was not intentional that she looked at the camera, and the angle of the picture was enough to see her appearance and eye color. “This kid has blue eyes like her father.” Lucian said as he put the picture down with the other pictures. I stared at the picture he put back on the table until I saw myself walking towards the table.

My eyes danced between his eyes and his hand. “Please, there are cameras everywhere; I don’t need this.” I yanked my hand free, my voice barely above a whisper. “Is everything okay?” A soft, soothing voice asked. I turned to face Lucy. Now she was inches away from me. This was the first time I was seeing her up close. Her presence was icy, like she had just stepped out of a freezer. Her blue eyes that matched the hue of her scarf on her neck sized me. “You must be the event planner,” Lucy said, giving me the coldest stare I had ever seen.

Hearing that Lucy had been removed from their custody was one thing, but hearing that there was a full investigation being launched around how Lucy came to be in their custody was something else. “An auction?” I asked. “You’re certain?” “As a heart attack. Chief Operative Dagon Bluescale is handling her case. The reports say that right before she vanished from the venue, he received the go-ahead to remove her from the Blue Moon Estate at her will.” I chuckled. “After so much pomp and circumstance, only to have it come out so embarrassingly. Thank you. Have you any word about where she is now?” “No, but there hasn’t been an escalation in her file, so Dagon must know. Her records will be updat

The smoke settles supernaturally fast and right before everyone's eyes, Lucy's features ripple like a disturbed stream. Her hair flows from the root with ebony black, her usual brown curls eaten up by her actual dark locks. Lucy's olive green eyes turn a bright sky blue. Gasps and sharp whispers of "What's happening to her?" ripple through the hall. Lucy's hands rise to shield her face but it's too late. Even her skin has turned from a natural sun-tanned hue to the precious milky white Tracy always cherished. The potion burns through the illusion fast like fire eating up a sheet of paper and soon, the hall falls silent for a whole different reason.

“What I'll do to her, slutty Lucille would be something that would bring tears into those dual eyes of hers.” I couldn't deny the beauty of those eyes she had. They were one of the things that pissed me off mostly about her. Such a slum girl had no right to have such unique eyeballs. One of her eyeballs was a transparent green and the other, was light golden. It was as if she took a pinch of my eyeball color and that of Jin’s. As though she took just a little pinch to have those light hues. What sort of idiotic coincidence was that?!

Please say no. Lucy didn’t say anything for such a long moment that Carter tilted her head up so he could look into her eyes. “Do you want to end it, little spitfire? Because you’re going to have to say the words.” Lucy gazed up at him, her eyes wide and such a pretty shade of green that if Carter wrote poetry, he’d pen a sonnet to them. Good thing he was a ballplayer, then. He wasn’t about to do something as asinine as write an ode to a woman’s eyes.

Lexie wistfully smiled while thinking of her hometown. "Canary Island" She whispers. "Blue, Straw, Wild, Berry, and Capers are from? Also Bubbles and Snow" she added while cautiously looking at him. "Yes, my pets" He solemnly nodded upon remembering his departed pets. Abby grimaced but not only her was in such a predicament. Everyone in the room seems to have the same recollection as her. Especially Lucy's parents, Alexzia and Lucien, who looked so disturbed. The rest were utterly quiet and the men had downcasted heads.

“So if Jackson calls it balloons, it is balloons.” Luke’s quiet, like the rest of us. So River carries on. “He also said Enrique has special ones because he’s allergic.” Enrique sputters. “I — I — excuse me?!” I turn just in time to see my fiancé frozen mid-step, holding Petunia’s terrarium. The huge spider is clinging to the front glass as if inspecting her new outside-the-box habitat. “Yeah,” River says matter-of-factually. “He said you have the Eco-friendly kind. Vegan. Made from recycled goat skin, in baby milk flavor.”

Her grip tightened on the staff and I watched her knuckles turn white. "What color are my eyes right now?" I asked because the way she was looking at me was making my skin crawl. "They were silver" she said slowly. "For a second. Just a flash. But I saw it." Silver. Not hazel. Silver. Lycans had silver eyes. Not wolves. Wolves had amber or gold or brown or green. Never silver. "That is not possible" I said. Rhea lowered her staff. She looked at me for a long moment without speaking. Then she did something that unsettled me more than anything else that had happened today.