“s**t, man….” Dom breathed. “What the f**k did you do to your eyes?”
Brett shook his head, wrapping an arm around Julia’s waist to tuck her into his side protectively. All he wanted to do was drag her off somewhere and keep her safe. “What’s wrong with my eyes?”
“They’re white,” said Dom. “Completely whited out. Like a cue ball in a blizzard type of white.”
Brett blinked, his anger receding. Julia touched his cheek and he looked down at her.
“The color is coming back, slowly. Look.” She hooked a delicate finger under his chin and turned his face so that Dom and Fredericks could see. Kelwood, sensibly, kept his distance. “Perhaps it’s emotion linked?”
Brett nodded. “Never felt anger like it. It was as if it crawled inside me and took over.”
Dom nodded, his lips pursed. “It sounds like
