He wasn’t expecting it when her eyes snapped open, glowing violet irises streaked with gold connecting to his, and gods, the pull to her. He felt his eyes shift, knew they were glowing as brightly as hers. “Come see,” she lilted in a voice that was not her own. It was eerie and chilling. The voice she spoke in when she was lost to her magic. “Walk my dreams,” she whispered, before her eyes fluttered closed once more. And he was pulled into nothing.
