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• They were purely white, his irises barely even visible, his pupils taken over by the snowstorm that was his gaze. And they glowed, bright and jarring in the darkness surrounding us.
• The whole visual was like something out of a horror movie—a creature crouching, staring at me in the night, only his white eyes visible.
• And the way he was looking at me—it made my blood run cold. His attention swung down to Azazel’s body, still lying at my feet, and then back up to me. And I instantly knew—this man meant to kill me.