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I squeezed my eyes shut, but a tear escaped. He brushed it gently away.
“If you want to be with Lee, I’m happy for you, but if he ever hurts you, Iwillkill him.”
I suddenly remembered what Mist had said about Mac and Zip getting into a fight. My watery eyes opened. “Did you beat the shit out of Zip when I was in solitary?”
He smiled, but the dark violence in it made my breath stutter. “Yes.”
“You didn't look hurt...under the watchtower.”
“I wasn't hurt. He barely got a few hits in.” He said it so casually. “But I should’ve killed him. Don’t think I’ll make that mistake again.”
I shivered and watched his pupils dilate as he tracked it. Then he abruptly tilted his head, his eyes going distant.
“Sam’s comin’ to see what’s taking so damn long.”
“What?” I whispered, my head still spinning.
“I’m supposed to be bringing you back to the clinic.” He stood and offered a hand.
I took it and let him pull me to my feet, but he didn’t release me. My pulse quickened as he brought my hand up to his face and gently pressed his lips to my knuckles. I could feel the raging sea in his eyes inside of my chest, emotion and magic crashing over each other. His eyes abruptly widened, breath catching.
“Your eyes are glowing,” he murmured, something like awe in his voice.
I forgot how to breathe. “Are you sure?”
His lips twitched up. “Pretty damn sure. They look like liquid gold.”
Every thought seemed to empty out of my head, leaving only the pounding of my heart echoing in the empty chamber.
“That might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, stepping closer and ducking his head to study them. “Has that ever happened before?”
His face was so close to mine my legs felt shaky. “A couple of times,” I managed to say, my voice hoarse.
His eyes narrowed on me, and I braced for more questions. Then, he straightened and released my hand, taking a step away. A second later, I heard boots approaching the door. Sam popped his head in and frowned at us.
“Mac, what the fuck? We’re all waitin’ for you two.”
Mac grinned, and it looked a little sheepish. It was an adorable expression on his usually serious face. “Sorry, got distracted talking.”
Sam rolled his eyes, “Well, c’mon.”
As we followed him out the door, I dropped my shield enough to ask Mac, “Are my eyes still glowing?”
He glanced at me.“No, they’re green again.”
“I can’t wait to see your face, Shortcake,” Sam said, dropping back to wrap an arm around my shoulders.
“Why?” I asked, suspicious.
“You’ll see,” Sam grinned.
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Sam talked me into letting him tie a handkerchief around my eyes before we could see the clinic. He took my hand to lead me, but after I stumbled several times over obstacles, he “didn’t notice,” Mac took my other hand, lacing his fingers through mine and making my heart skip. His hand was warm and callused. Sam was still talking, but I wasn’t listening because all my focus was on Mac’s hand in mine. As if he knew, he slowly stroked his thumb across the top of my hand, and my entire body erupted in goosebumps.
Sam stopped, and I was so distracted I nearly walked into him. “Ok, are you ready? Wait, Mac, can you take the blindfold off? I want to see her face.”
I had no idea what I was about to see, and it was making me more nervous. Mac moved around behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders.
