Chapter 95 — The Color Of Your Eyes.

Did I say something wrong?

Did the color black spark memories he didn't like?

I stared at Julian, waiting for a reaction. Anything other than that blank look on his face.

At that moment, a smile spread on his face, slowly at first, until he threw his head back, his throat bobbling as he laughed. My heart pumped back to life in one second, like the sound of his laugh was a defibrillator.

I exhaled. “Why did you give me that look? You scared me.”

He ...