His eyes fix like lasers on Wicker, and in them, I see something aged and weary. Something horrifically sad. “I just couldn’t bear the thought of killing my wife’s creation.” For a brief moment, the earth might as well stop spinning. I’m suspended in the gravity of what Maddox is saying, and for some reason, all I can hear is Lex’s voice whispering inside my mind. Green eyes are inherently dominant over blue… The Maddoxs’ green eyes. Wicker’s blue eyes. “Kayes or not,” the King confirms, turning away, “you’re still my son’s little brother.”
