“You can’t even take them off for a second?” Kylan asked, sounding genuinely curious for the first time even though his eyes remained on his phone screen. “So, what? You wash your face with them, shower, sleep, run—everything?”
I gave him a nod.
“What about shifting?” Kylan continued his interrogation.
This was the first time in years someone opened up the topic about my eyes, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to go there yet. Even so, I still answered. “I’m not a big fan of shifting.”
Kylan lifted his brows in curiosity, putting his phone down. He placed one arm behind his head and locked his eyes onto mine, waiting for me to continue.
“When I shift, it’s not like how it is for others,” I explained slowly. “It’s…complicated. There’s something dark inside of me, something I can’t contr
