Silence followed Myna's declaration.
The six men studied Ryan and Eleanor. Their eyes scanned them top to bottom.
Then one of them rose from his chair.
He was tall even for tall people, shoulders broad beneath his tailored uniform. Medals clinked softly as he stepped forward, boots striking the stone floor with deliberate weight.
His eyes, which were a steady amber, shifted.
The colour drained away.
In its place bloomed a pale, crystalline blue.
Ryan felt his stomach tighten.
That again…
His mind went back to the hideout in the forest. He recalled the moment the guard's eyes changed to blue before he began questioning him. It must be a way to tell if someone is lying.
The man stopped a few steps away. "State your names," he said calmly. Not rudely, but without room for argument.
Ryan swallowed. "Ryan."
"And you?" He asked.
"Eleanor," she said, her voice steady.
