The one eye that was visible was a clear, pale blue like the eyes of a Siberian husky dog. I looked at Jason then, really looked at him. Pederson’s gray head lifted, anddespite the warmth of the shawl he felt cold. What relief.
I looked at Jason then, really looked at him. My gaze kept sliding down his body, tracing the blood pattern on that pale, slightly golden tinged skin. I gave him a look. I love your pain.
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