He flung the doors open, and then she was face-to-face with Toven Hearst. The eyes she’d realized years ago weren’t fully gray, but also speckled blue, stared directly into her. She should have cast another spell to soften her heartbeat. He must hear it. His hair fell across his forehead, fine and so pale that the gray was almost silver. The last time she’d seen this man, he’d been hunting her through the woods and killed the people that got in his way.
