LUCY’S POV

His eyes were nothing I had ever seen.

They were like a storm trapped in place—grey, but not soft.

Looking into them felt like standing at the edge of a cliff, unsure whether you’d be pushed… or pulled in willingly.

His hair was a deep shade of blond—darker than gold, lighter than brown. It was woven into braids, pulled back into a tight ponytail that fell to his shoulders. He looked delicious.

Who was he? I didn’t think I had seen him before.

That aside, how could ...