The King’s Possession
“You have very fascinating eyes.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
He’s toying with me, maybe. Either that or these plain hazel eyes really have taken his interest. That can’t be the case, when he’s staring at me with eyes touched by snow, silver wind and ice. Cold, consumed in shades of sapphire blue, like the many facets of a real gem. I’ve met him this one time, and yet I see his spirit. Say what he wants, do what he wants kind of spirit. I’ve never been so convinced he’s what people say he is. A Hunter, in whatever way that means.
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