His golden eyes looked at her and immediately looked at the big coat. He raised one eyebrow at that but didn’t say anything. She didn’t say anything, either.
“Hello,” she said, leaning on the door frame, already feeling her face blushing red. She must have looked like the world’s biggest i***t at that moment, and here was Jim, here for whatever reason, looking at her with those strange, almost primal eyes.
“Hello,” he grunted – and then she noticed for the first time that he had a split lip, and underneath his left eye was a little bit of a bruise. She couldn’t call in a black eye, not exactly, but it had looked like he’d been hit.
That is ridiculous. Why would someone hit him?
She knew that Shifters could be a rough and tumble sort of crowd, but she didn’t think that Jim was the
