Tommy Tlou2 Missing Eye Novels & Stories

Then, he asked in a soft tone, “Does Tommy know?” “No.” I sighed and flipped my face to rest my left cheek on his chest. The rub of the fabric of his shirt seemed comforting to me. “He was barely one.” “He has purple eyes too — just like yours.” Ralph lazily brushed his fingers through my curls. “Yes, he does,” I replied absently. “But not all members of the Lux family have purple eyes.” I smiled and rolled my chin to rest on my other cheek. “You are seriously one good observer.” “So why is it?”

Since then, this was the first time I was seeing him. “Tommaso?” I called, I just couldn’t believe my eyes. How did I end up here? He won’t spare me. The slit he got had left that particular eye impaired. It had a white small ball-like stuff in it. Like a drop of a white round bead. That stuff left that eye blurry for life. So, he only sees clearly with one eye now. I am dead. That was my thought. “Hi, Ginevra,” he smirked. He crouched in front of me and lifted my chin. “We meet again. Did you miss me?”

His chest was thick, and his stomach was solid, with no signs of softness or weakness. Tom's face was hard and angular, with a strong jawline that looked like it could cut through steel. His skin was pale, almost sickly looking, with a few dark scars running across his cheeks, probably from past fights. His dark brown hair was kept short, almost buzzed to his scalp, and his eyes were a cold, icy blue. They were the kind of eyes that seemed to look right through people, making anyone who met his gaze feel uneasy.

He had said he wanted a large blast radius and if it went off now Carine would be enslaved for the rest of her days and forced to bear children for the Council. Nothing happened and Tommy grinned at his nervousness, his black and brown teeth vile in the dim light. “See? I’m better than I look,” Tommy said. “Yeah.” Vanadine replied with relief. “So is it ready?” Tommy unplugged the wires from the bottom of the phone and closed the suitcase, pushing it towards Vanadine. “All yours,” he said. “Happy hunting.”

It felt like an eternity had passed when I looked up again. Tristan stood before me, disheveled, eyes hollow with dark circles beneath. His stubble shadowed his face, giving him an edge of desperation. Clutching the broken pieces of our drawing, he trembled. "It's alright. We can make another one. I'll fix it." With a shaky, childlike eagerness, he held out a small amulet in both hands as if it were a trophy he'd won. "Look, Emily," he said, his voice strained, almost pleading. "I got another amulet for you."

“Your father?“ I froze. Tommy is alive? The thought rang through my head like a deafening bell. Tommy Nightclaw had once been Lucian’s Beta until he went missing during a pack war. That was twenty years ago. Lucian had taken Bethany in, giving her a place to stay in the mansion and also had looked after her mother, partly out of duty and partly out of the guilt of losing his closest friend. “Tommy is alive?” I asked, stepping away from her. I shoved a hand through my hair, my mind reeling. “Why didn’t you tell me or Lucian?”

I could hear his hisses and frustrated puffs. Lotus circled, spotted an opening on the side of the stump, and pushed his head inside, nipping at Lupa's face. That infuriated him, and he clawed harder at the stump—but it didn’t budge. "Guess you'll be stuck here the rest of the day," I said, lunging for his face. I grabbed his ear and bit off a chunk. Lupa growled at me in anger, clawing the stump with all his strength. "What the hell was that for?" Zack hissed over the mindlink.

"Or he's not coming." "He's coming." I scanned the crowd. Looking for a face I'd tried to forget. Two oh-three. He appeared. Tall. Broad shoulders. Tattoos covering both arms in black and gray ink. Sleeve rolled up despite the cold. Tommy. He saw me. Smiled. All teeth. No warmth. "Jackson. Good to see you, mate." "Tommy." His eyes slid to Sloane. Then Peter. Lingered too long on both. "Thought I said come alone."