Attes stepped closer. “Your eyes. I’ve never seen anything like them.” My ears prickled at the low rumble of warning coming from Ash. A gleam sparkled in Attes’s one good eye, and it had nothing to do with the eather. “They are absolutely beautiful,” he went on as if completely oblivious to the dark energy ramping up on the veranda. “Stunning.” “Thanks,” I said. “I guess they happened because there’s never been a true Primal of Life who was born mortal, so…” I gave a one-shouldered shrug. “No,” Attes said, practically purring the word. “There has not.” “You’re showing a little too much
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