He got this sort of faded look in his dark eyes when he looked at things sometimes. I’d noticed it at the markets, and sometimes when he was looking at me. Like he was seeing something no one else could see—which…I guess he was. “Like your eardrums refusing to pop when you’re sick,” Mael grumbled finally, wincing as he touched a fingertip to his ear. He tapped the plug there and his shoulders relaxed a bit. “Kind of a heavy pressure in the air, I guess. He’s got some sort of illusion on him to hide from the humans, and it hurts behind my eyes.”
