Aden's image was burned into her mind. He had black hair with inch-long blond roots. A face as perfect as the Grecian statues she'd seen in her world history textbook, even with the grime. For the briefest of moments, when a beam of sunlight had hit him, she could have sworn his eyes were striped with green, brown, blue and gold. But then the ray had disappeared and the colours melted into each other, leaving only an intense black. The colours didn't matter, though. Those eyes were feral, wild, and she'd felt that undeniable shock that had ended as quickly as it had begun, for one second seeming to hook her to a generator, jolting her, unnerving her. Even hurting her. And here he was again...
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