For a very thick, tense moment, dark eyes and blue ones stared at each other without saying a single word. The silence in the room was a living thing, heavy with too much unsaid.
There were so many thoughts that could have been in Selene's head—fear, confusion, pain—but all she could think about was the man before her. How can someone look so perfect, so beautifully carved, and yet feel so utterly empty?
For Zephyr, he felt as if he were standing there, looking at her, against his own will. The pull was a physical force, an unavoidable tide he had stopped fighting. Or perhaps, he did not want to admit, even to himself, just how profound a sense of calm settled over the turmoil in his soul when he was lost in the depths of her blue eyes.
