“Look at your eyes, Clementine.” I focused on the blue orbs. “They’re just eyes.” “They’re not,” he growled. “They’re full of fire. Passion. Excitement. Energy. Hope. When things get bad, you look for the good. When everything falls apart, you hold yourself together. When you find yourself trapped in the fae realm and forced to take a mate, you do everything you possibly can to pick the best one.”
