“Why do I get the feeling it’s not nothing?” I question, allowing her to drag me forward. Abby stops and leans in. “All right, don’t snap or anything, but your eyes—" she quiets, staring at me. “My eyes what?” Her expression looks like a cat who swallowed a canary. “They’re glowing indigo,” she whispers. I freeze. “What?” I shout. “Shhh,” she scolds, quieting me down. “I don’t have indigo eyes. I have hazel eyes!” I state. She rolls her eyes before breaking out into more giggles. “I know, Eve. That’s what is so funny.”
