“I’ve still got it on, but you haven’t let me… let me… service you yet.” Yep, those were the words. “Jesus,” Gage whispered, looking down at me with his eye-black-out superpower engaged again. But this time, his pupils were blown so wide I almost couldn’t see any of the gray (blue-gray, storm-gray, Gage-gray, a.k.a. my favorite color) around them at all.
