of the storeroom, they
almost glowed. His grip on my hand tightened, until it almost hurt.
For a moment, fear curled around my stomach. He wouldn’t dare
do anything inappropriate, would he? I glanced nervously to the front
of the diner. There wasn’t anyone in here who could hear me
scream. My nerves tightened like a guitar string, readying myself for
the worst.
I
looked back, and blinked confused. The glimmer was gone. His eyes
were just a chocolate brown, and he released my hand. Max stepped
back, disconcerted.
“ What…
happened to you?” I whispered...
Yvette Hines, Monique Lamont