eyes. Dol growled. Sydney brought a hand up and rested it against his back to quiet him, but didn’t take her gaze off Serena, even though it was a struggle to focus her vision around the barrel of the gun. “We used to have the same eyes,” said Serena. “Yours are paler now.” “I like that we’re finally different,” said Sydney, fighting back a shiver. “I don’t want to be you.”
