And he felt it too, as he couldn’t tear his gaze from her. Perhaps he was still in a deep stupor at the thought of who else surfaced in his mind at seeing her eyes—eyes of glittering gold. There was only one other he knew whose irises shared such a color, except the female’s in front burned slightly brighter, almost glowing, in comparison. The ethereal beauty’s rouge painted lips twitched in a cruel smile that had him trembling violently. Reuben stared and stared into those blazing eyes, straining his mind to not let the face morph…into Faythe’s.
