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The irises of my eyes were dark, streaked with... purple glowing fibers.

My eyes glowed purple.

I breathed, the mirror fogging up again.

How could that be?

My gaze slid down to my exposed torso, and my heart stopped for a moment.

In the center, right between my breasts, where I always felt that slight tug, there was a black dot.

I blinked, looked down, tried to scratch it away, but it hurt because it was... part of my skin.

I squinted my eyes in pain.

What the...

I knew immediately that it wasn’t a mole because it was too dark. Darker than ink. It was as big as the eraser tip of a fat pencil.

Anxiety spread through me.

How on earth did I get this?

Chapter 45

Miles

Misty-Eyed

Christopher Tyng

Adrian had called me to him. Something my blood brother rarely did. In fact, I was someone who was almost nevercalledto do anything. I was left alone. That was the best aspect of my life.

Suppressing my snort, I skipped the knocking part and pulled open the door to Adrian’schambers.

I paused for a moment to listen to the silence that could only be found in Adrian’s apartment in this form before entering the luxurious living area.

Adrian kept everything in black, even his wardrobe. I had never seen him in a white shirt before.

Smirking, I walked forward.

Adrian kept the decor cool. And so, black and silver were the colors that were reflected as basic elements in his furniture.

I marched through the room with the seating island and the huge television. Next came the kitchen, which was very modern – black and gray,of course, what else?Then came the large room with his desk, where everything was neatly organized.

Ever since I knew him, Adrian was a terrible perfectionist. Almost obsessive... until you entered this one room after his bedroom.

I leaned in the doorway between the bedroom and the rustic room with the gray concrete walls.

He sat there as if he hadn’t heard me coming and calmly moved his hand up and down. The paintbrush in his hand was as black as everything else in his life, so the shiny ice-blue tip was quite extraordinary.

“Since when do you paint with color?”

Adrian lowered the brush and turned to me. He had rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt.

“Funny,Miles.”

I grinned at him.

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