Chapter 4
The two hurried along, Bobby pausing once to take out his sunglasses from his jacket pocket and slip them over Sam’s eyes. If anyone believed the action strange, he didn’t stick around to find out. Sam didn’t respond, but he hadn’t done more than to direct them for the last few minutes. Hadn’t spoken. Hadn’t blinked. No one stopped them to ask what the f**k was up with Sam’s peepers. This was London. Even if someone noticed, Bobby doubted they would care. People wore what they liked and if they wanted amber eyes all they’d need were the right contact lenses. Bobby wore one to conceal his one blue eye, to make a matching brown pair. Bobby’s decision to cover Sam’s eyes was as much for his own sake more than the risk of someone noticing. Though Sam’s change was his fault, Bobby st
