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Sage walked up to me and grasped my arms. “Are you okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah. He didn’t even get the dualis out of the holster.”
My grandfather studied my eyes. “That isn’t what I mean. Your eyes are. . .are rather unusual.”
I blinked at him. “Unusual? Unusual how?”
He raised one hand and like before a column of water rose up. The water formed itself into a shifting circle that revealed my reflection. I looked at myself and gasped. My plain brown eyes were a little lighter than they’d been. A little more blue.
I reached up a trembling hand and brushed my fingers against the side of one of my eyes. “What. . .what the hell?”
Sage lowered the glass and revealed his concerned face. “That is exactly what I would like to know.”
Caius emerged from the forest without his load,
