“What did Poesy do to you?” It took Dean a long time to put his words together. “She tried to take away my sight when I refused to tell her where Sophia’s reverie manifested. If it wasn’t for the Dreadmare armor, she would have taken everything from me. As it is, she got me pretty good.” Dean wouldn’t look at Kane. Downcast, his eyes weren’t their usual shade of green. They weren’t brown, either. “Look at me,” Kane said. Dean’s gaze rose. His eyes were pure white. Kane fell backward until he was against the opposite wall. “You’re not…” Dean crossed his arms over himself, turning to give Kane
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