MOONBOUND
He’s only a few inches taller than me, but the way he stands, like he owns the whole room, makes him feel bigger as his stare pins me in place.
“Show me your real eyes,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to a low growl.
For a second, my insides tense.
My eyes turned green in unnatural fashion the night I was marked, but no one knows that but me. Every morning since then, I’ve hoped they’d go back to normal, but they never have.
And now this guy—this punk—is staring right through me, asking to see my “real” eyes. How could he possibly know?
I tighten my grip on the helmet, feeling its weight shift as I imagine slamming it into his face and going down swinging with the other two if I have to. I f
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