“Hey,” Shane said. Rozanov looked at him and shook his head. “Not here,” he said tightly. “No, I’m not... I just wanted to see...how you’re doing.” “Fine. Go. Sit down.” Shane frowned. Rozanov looked exhausted. He had dark rings under his eyes, and his face was very pale. But the most noticeable—and alarming—change was in his eyes. The playful spark that always made Rozanov’s hazel eyes dance was just...gone. Extinguished.
