The mirror in Alexander's penthouse bathroom showed a stranger staring back at me.
I'd been splashing cold water on my face, trying to wash away the lingering tension from our confrontation with Damien three hours ago. My hands shook as I reached for the towel, and when I looked up, that's when I saw them.
My eyes. They weren't their usual green anymore.
For just a split second, they flashed gold. Pure, molten gold, like liquid metal catching firelight.
I blinked hard, leaning closer to the mirror. Normal green eyes stared back, but my heart was hammering like I'd just run a marathon. Had I imagined it? The stress of the past few days, Damien's threats, the impossible choices ahead—maybe my mind was finally cracking under the pressure.
Then I heard Alexander's voice from the living room, clear as if he were standing right beside me instead of fifty feet away through two closed doors.
