Chapter 16 Concern

• For the first time in a long time, his eyes were not cold and hard; instead, they were scanning my face with concern, which made me lean away, terrified. They were not hot either; rather, they were lukewarm, dividing me for a split second between hatred and a deep yearning that made my insides turn to jelly. I couldn't help but wonder when I'd last seen his eyes this close, free of any animosity toward me, with their dominant green color enmeshed in a ring of blue.
• Tyrone got up and took a big step back before I realized that I could feel the heat radiating off his body.
• His voice was unemotional once more, bone-chilling and stone-cold. "What are you doing here?" he asked.