“Her eyes,” Sylred says suddenly. “Look at her eyes.” “What’s wrong with my eyes?” I ask shrilly. They all lean in for a closer look. “They’re not blue anymore.” “What? What color are they?” I ask, poking at my eye as if that’s going to help answer the question. “They’re sort of…all the colors?” I blanch. “What do you mean all the freaking colors, Sylred?”
