“And the shields? Do you have poor eyesight?” Simone couldn’t stop the question and bit down on her lower lip to keep other words from spilling out.
“No. My vision is perfect. But when I engage an opponent, I don’t want them distracted. And it makes others uncomfortable to see my eyes.”
“Why?” She could just bite her tongue. It wasn’t like her to be inquisitive about other people. But just looking at Jules, there was a lot that piqued her interest. And that interest increased exponentially as he slid off his shields.
“Because they’re just like yours,” he explained, taking the covers from his face and raising his head to look into irises that mirrored his own.
The contrast between his dark skin and blue irises caused Simone’s sudden intake of breath. Jules smiled, and she saw the slight
