He was even taller up close, all spring-loaded muscle beneath porcelain skin. His black hair fell in elegant waves. And his eyes. Eyes that Raegan somehow knew, had known from even before the subway platform—ocean eyes, gray and fathomless. Something emanated from him, pulsing out from his being, and it made her head swim. Power, she realized. It was power. Pure, raw, unadulterated power.
