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He backs up without looking away until he hits the far wall. Then, his gaze drops to the floor. His hands curl and uncurl into fists at his sides.
An awareness buzzes through me, a low hum that sharpens my senses.
“What was that?” My voice is barely audible, still shaken from his electrifying touch. The sparks linger on my skin.
“Nothing.” The word is strained.
He’s lying.
I scoot to the edge of the bed and stand. My knees wobble. I lock them in place. “Please… don't lie to me.”
He clenches his jaw. “It’s nothing, Darcie. Forget it. For both of our sakes.”
Impossible.
“Des, I?—”
Before I can say another word, he pivots and stomps out of the bedroom, but the weight of his reaction and the emotion within me hovers heavy in the air.
Argos’s head swings between me and the door. He sniffs my palm, gives it a lick, and then trots after his owner.
I don’t know how long I stand there, heart racing, stunned.
What in the world was that?
My skin still tingles from Des’s touch.
Where have I felt that before?
And his eyes… I’d never seen a color so bold and vibrant. So…stunning.
A gasp tears from my throat.
No… it can’t be…
The truth hits me square in the face. I blink, trying but failing to convince myself that my eyes deceived me, that I imagined everything.
But I didn’t.
No matter how badly I try to convince myself otherwise, there’s no denying the truth. Des’s eyes weren’t their usual hazel color when he touched me.
No.
Des’s eyes… they weregreen.
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A crisp breezetugs at my hair as I stand on the guest room balcony, the sensation mirroring the chaos swirling inside me.
Just a little longer, Darcie. You can do this.
I take a deep breath and let my gaze travel over the lawn below.
The soft glow of fairy lights dances in the evening air, casting a warm shimmer over the whitewashed garden furniture, which has been arranged to accommodate tonight’s guests.
I don’t know how Thane and Bella ended up hosting tonight’s ball when the other members of the Council planned it, but they certainly didn’t let short notice hold them back. They’ve gone all out, from the grandeur of the decorations to the decadent atmosphere.
The fragrance from dozens of lush bouquets drifts up from the ballroom beneath me—bouquets that were carried into the mansion earlier today with a show of pomp and ceremony. All the windows and doors are flung open, letting the coolevening air flow inside, blending with the soft hum of music and the low murmur of conversations already bubbling up from the lesser Immortals who’ve arrived to enjoy cocktail hour.
