POV: Araya
The silver light fades completely, leaving Araya dizzy and breathless. Her knees buckle, but she catches herself before she falls.
Ronan stares at her, his golden eyes burning with an intensity that makes Araya's chest tighten. His jaw is clenched, his massive frame rigid with tension.
"What just happened?" Araya asks again, her voice trembling.
Ronan doesn't answer immediately. He circles her slowly, his gaze never leaving her face. Studying her. Assessing her.
"Your eyes," Ronan finally says. "They glowed silver. Brighter than moonlight. Brighter than anything I've seen in decades."
Araya touches her face instinctively, as if she might feel the light still lingering there. "Is that bad?"
Ronan stops pacing. His expression hardens. "It's dangerous."
"Why?" Araya asks.
