“How did you lose it?” he asked. Lila frowned. “Lose what?” His weathered fingers drifted up beneath her chin. “Your eye.” Lila pulled her face from his grip, her hand going to the darker of her two brown eyes. The one made of glass. Few people ever noticed. Her hair cut a sharp line across her face, and even when she did look someone in the eye, they rarely held the gaze for long enough to mark the difference. “I don’t remember,” she said. It wasn’t a lie. “I was a child, and it was an accident, I’m told.” “Hm,” said Tieren pensively. “Does Kell know?” Her frown deepened. “Does it matter?”
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