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He inhaled slow and deep, eyes fluttering shut like he’d just smelled the best meal of his life. When his eyes opened again, they weren’t green anymore. They were glowing gold. Wolf eyes. And they were locked on me.

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.

From the little Latin he learned at high school, he could understand it meant, ”All About Emius. His heart pounded in his chest as he held the large book against his chest and descended the stairs. He sat on his chair and gently placed it on his knees, wondering if he should open it or not. The blaze of multicoloured lights was dazzling, each colour reminded him or Taegen's eyes, those eyes he could never get out of his head. He opened the first page and started reading.

He stills and then stands, his hands to his mouth. “Holy fucking hell.” Morpheus rolls his eyes and nods, “Told you, obvious when you actually look.” He opens up his book again and goes back to reading. Eliza looks between the two of them, “I’m assuming you can’t tell me.” Sol tilts his head and groans; he runs his fingers through his hair and turns away from her to pace. “Okay then. Morpheus, is there a book here I’m allowed to read?” He smiles and nods. He clicks his fingers and a book appears on the coffee table. She raises an eyebrow but nods and picks it up. It’s an old leather-bound book, with a red leather cover and a gold emblem on the front, she turns it to read the spine,

Elliot felt as if his entire being was being emptied out and put back together again. When Elliot finally opened his eyes, the sun was already hanging high above the skies.

Fourteen point seven billion. Rain closed the laptop. Opened it again. The photo at the top of the Business Insider piece was a professional shot — him in a dark suit in what looked like the lobby of a building made entirely of glass and sharp angles, arms folded, looking directly at the camera with those grey eyes that apparently had the same effect in photographs as they did in real life, because her stomach did the exact same thing it had done in the bookshop yesterday. She read the article.

“You’re still awake? What are you thinking about?” I stiffened and opened my eyes in a daze. When our gazes met, I realized that Zachary had been looking at me all along. At that moment, I felt, in a manner I could not explain, as though a corner of my heart were quietly collapsing, leaving me entirely defenseless. His gaze was so steady and intent, and I could hear no trace of desire in his thoughts. In that instant, his concern felt wholly sincere. I looked at him. Perhaps it was the quiet of the night, or perhaps it was because I could perceive his thoughts and know what was on his mind. For the first time, I let down all my defenses.

One by one. I opened my eyes, gripping the book tighter. For the first time, it didn’t feel like I was ent irely alone. Maybe I could learn to breathe again.

When he opened the first page, it was a letter he saw. He squinted and picked it up. His eyes became cold when he read the contents of the letter…