She, His Enigma
“Probably contacts. I mean, purple eyes are impossible.”
Iden nodded absentmindedly, his gaze fixed on nothing as the car began to move again. “But they seemed... so real,” he murmured.
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Across the road, Ellaya sat stiffly in the passenger seat of Eva’s car, her hands gripping her knees. Her gaze locked onto the Lincoln Navigator, specifically on the man seated in its passenger seat. His sharp jawline and silver-gray eyes caught her attention, though irritation bubbled beneath the surface.
"He didn’t even apologize,” Ellaya muttered, her gaze flickering back to the car. Yet, something about him—his piercing eyes, his silent intensity—stuck with her more than she wanted to admit.
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