Lexie's pov
“f**k!”
I watch as he shoves his shoulder against the wooden door before kicking his boot-clad foot against it.
Everest; my uncle and also now my legal guardian since three weeks ago, stands in front of me, with his palms pressed up against the door.
He turns around and cuts his eyes over to where I’m standing right behind him, with my hands shoved deep within my coat pockets.
His eyes. They’re rare. Mom told me about them once. It’s heterochromia. He has a green, golden rim that surrounds a brown ring, making his eyes bright and intense. Especially now with all the snow surrounding us, they’re much clearer and I can see the colors perfectly melting into each other. I have his eyes, although I’m pretty certain mine aren’t as intense and beautiful as his. No he's not my fat
