14
Juniper
The sensation of being watched woke her. Juniper’s eyes fluttered open, reluctant to start the day, and her face damp from drool. Folds from the plastic dug into her skin everywhere, no doubt marking her.
A man stood over her, watching her with curiosity. His eyes were a vivid amethyst shot through with silver. They were beautiful eyes hardened with experience and they narrowed as he studied her.
“You snore and your hair is blue.”
She jerked upright, clutching the paperback to her chest. “Who are—” The question died on her lips at the man’s smirk of amused irritation. “Tas,” she said.
He nodded. “This is my human disguise. Good, no?”
Too good. His face had already been classically handsome—by human standards—but now it was too refined, almost delicate and unreal. His pale
