Novel & Cerita Through The Eyes Of Ruby

I awake with a slight headache and sit up, looking around the room. I realize I am alone and stand carefully. I look around the room in search of the bathroom. I decided to try the black door by the balcony first, and internally dance it is. I turn the light on and look in the mirror. My hair is stuck to my face, and my eyes are puffy and red from crying. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

Furious at the distance. Aria stares at me in confusion, hurt flickering briefly across her face before she hides it. Guilt starts eating at me, but I had to move away or I would have kissed her. And the truly terrifying part? I don’t think she would’ve stopped me. Then her eyes flash even brighter than they already are. She looks wild, predatory. I freeze instantly. It only lasts a second, maybe even less. I know what I saw though. Her violet eyes sharpen unnaturally as power flickers beneath them. Not magic.

He sighs, “All of my senses are stronger than most mortals, but your sight is possibly keener. I didn’t see that guy before you pointed him out.” She looks towards him, and feels the phoenix offer a better view. She closes her eyes, and looks away then allows her to do what she wants. When she opens her eyes again, the forest is much clearer. She can see the trees, and the three figures peering around trees in the distance. “Little One, your eyes are glowing.” She shrugs,

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears

"Look at this. You cried so much your eyes were all red. Stop crying already. I'm not mad at you." Ruby nodded her head and wiped her face using the sleeves of her robes. She was still sniffling, but there were no more tears fell from her eyes.

"You keep turning your eyes away from me! I can’t tell if you cannot stand to look at me, if you are envisioning someone else, or if you feel shy. Look at me! I want to see your eyes; I want to see the emotions hidden beneath them. Ruby, they are the most beautiful gems I have witnessed, so please do not deny them to me. "You don't need to say that; I know the crimson makes people uncomfortable." "I am not ‘saying that’. You have no idea how much I missed them. Ruby, I adore your eyes. I wanted our child to inherit them because you wear them so beautifully." I cannot help the flush of embarrassment creasing my cheeks before a stray memory finds me. ‘Ruby, I know what you smell like after sex

Her eyes widened as she read the words written on the paper: “I’m coming for you.” Ruby’s breath caught in her throat. Who could have sent this? Was it someone she knew? But she only knew a few people and they were definitely not her enemy. Ophelia would never do this no matter how angry she was. Her eyes suddenly flooded with tears as she jumped down from the bed, stepping on a few broken glasses in the process. “Ahh,” she winced in pain as blood began to flow from her legs. The tears she'd been trying so hard to hold back began to flow down as well.

It was then she noticed Ruby's eyes were red and swollen, clearly from crying. She asked, "Ruby, why are your eyes so red? Did something happen?"

Instead of looking jealous, she looked rather happy and it creeped me out. There are chairs on opposite sides of Layla’s bed. Ruby was seated at her right hand side so I sat at her left. Directly opposite Ruby. As we conversed, trying to come up with ideas and methods to find the captives, Ruby was doing something weird. Each time I looked directly into her eyes, she’d avert her eyes and stare outside the window or directly at Layla. I felt it too. I don’t know why but I couldn’t look at her straight in the eyes.

At this point, her sobs had become annoying, and she was just looking for attention. Ruby lifts her head, her red lipstick smeared across her cheek and the charcoal eyeliner was smudged under her eyes. “Why though, that’s what I don’t get. Why? We were going to be mated.” She sobs again, and more tears stream down her face. “I don’t know Ruby,” I say thinking about the bloodied body with claw marks that ripped open the stomach and his chest that had been caved in and the heart removed. I shudder at the image that is ingrained into my brain.