Eyes On Me Sara Cate 소설 & 이야기

CALI'S POV I ran and I did not stop till I got home. Immediately I got home, I went straight to my room after locking my door and making sure no one was following me. I pulled off my clothes and took an immediate shower. As the warm water ran down my face to my body, I relaxed but I kept seeing a pair of familiar gold eyes. Ares. My mate. I knew he was right because I felt exactly what my mum said I would feel. Fire. My body was on fire around him. I turned off the shower but I still couldn't get his scent off me.

Short blonde hair, moss green eyes, a bow tie around her neck and nothing else—not even a single piece of clothing—on her body, she takes her stand in front of us with a notepad and a pen. “I’m Kate, and I’ll be taking your orders for tonight.” “Get us two bottles of your finest scotch.” Jaxon says, and she smiles at him, writes it down, and walks away. Finally, I get a clear view of Sarah again. Suddenly, she’s seated on a chair. Her legs are spread open, and rest on Lena’s shoulders as she slowly travels up her thighs with slow kisses. She’s looking up at Sarah, but Sarah’s gaze is locked on us. Me.

Eye contact at this point would result in something irrational. “you shouldn’t be in here, Sara. Mom would soon be back from work soon.” Sara walked towards me, sat down on my bed, and looked directly at me. “why you acting like a baby, Jimmy?” I tried changing position, but she held me down. Damn! She’s strong. I could use that strength. “I can see it in your eyes Jimmy, you want me, don’t you?” “I don’t know what you talking about.” “oh, you don’t?”

she added. “I'm tired of this girl” Kate said, taking a seat. “How did I even become friends with her?” Her eyebrows raised, looking upstairs. Sara went to h that laptop as she got upstairs. She jerked backwards when she saw the reflection of her face in the laptop. She touched her face lightly and ran to the morror to look at herself again. Her face was coloured in patches of black, from her mascara, her hair like a man woman’s own. Her eyes swollen from too much crying, and dried tears gummy on her face.

DARRAGH'S POV I turned when I felt someone watching me. Sara. She was standing there, half-shadowed by the breeze that tugged at her hair, and she looked—off. Her eyes were red, her expression caught somewhere between anger and something else I couldn’t place. There was blood on her shirt. My smile faltered. I walked up to her slowly. “Sara,” I said, careful. “What’s wrong?” She blinked like she’d forgotten I was there. “Something got into my eyes,” she said.

He believes I’m his cousin, which is… “Hmm.” The moan that escaped Cassandra’s lips jolted me out of my thoughts. We looked very nervous as we watched her open her eyes. Her eyes scanned the ceiling before she looked to the side and saw me. “Sara.” She called, forcing on a smile, but after a short while, her smile faded off. “Where am I?” She frowned, looking around to see my parents watching her. “Uncle Bernard?” She called, and he let out an evil smirk.

Her eyes flicked to the spot directly across from them and a subtle feeling of dread rose in her chest. Alaric’s gaze met hers briefly and he smiled reassuringly, his gaze seemingly pacifying her and telling her to endure the night to the best of her ability but the unease that had coiled itself within Sara's abdomen refused to unfurl. A. couple of minutes passed, and then, Leah tilted her head toward Sara with a warm smile that was meant to be disarming but prickled Sara's skin. “Sara, I’ve heard so much about your work on the campaign ad. I was hoping you could tell me a bit about your process.”

She hoped she would see them all again but she couldn’t be sure she would. Each one of them handled their fear and tension in different ways but she could read them all as easily as reading a bunch of open books. The youngest of the eight gathered there was a young seer named Sara. Sara was a petite seventeen year old with long wavy blonde hair and the biggest brown doe eyes Cara had ever seen. She stood mostly hidden behind Daniel, wringing her hands with her eyes trained on the ground.

"You're safe here, Sara. Nobody's going to hurt you. You don't have to talk if you don't want to. You don't have to explain anything tonight. All you have to do is breathe, and let us take care of the rest." Sara's eyes—hollow, exhausted, the eyes of someone who'd learned the same lessons Maya had once learned in a different house under a different tyrant—found Maya's face and held there. Something passed between them that I recognized because I'd watched it happen once before, in a meeting room in Silvercrest, when Maya had looked at me for the first time and realized someone was actually seeing her.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.