There was a sincere warmth in his tone and in the way he reached over and rubbed a hand on Ricardo’s back, keeping those soft amber eyes on Rick. His eyes were like no one else’s. A liquid gold, a breathtaking yellow. My favorite color, my favorite precious stone, all of it encapsulated in Enzo’s gaze. And it always changed in the light, glittering like a strip of metallic gold one second and the next appearing like a deep pool of amber.
