Cyrus opened his eyes, and for the first time since she’d met him, he looked almost happy. It turned back time on his face, made him look more youthful. His eyes were bluer, brighter. He smiled, and it was real. She had to fight the urge to smile back. “Come with me,” he said, straightening, and held out his hand. Alizeh eyed his outstretched hand warily, biting her lip as she hesitated. “Why? Are you going to throw me off a cliff again?” “Maybe later,” he said lightly. “Then what?” “I thought you might like to see Tulan.”
