Blind Wolf by Rose Aubrey

Author:Rose, Aubrey [Rose, Aubrey]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2013-09-13T14:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Julia

Julia reached out as Damien fell, but she had been too far away, changing. Her suit was only halfway on, and she quickly pulled the straps up over her shoulders and stepped over to the edge of the dock.

"Damien?"

He had gone under the surface of the water, and Julia waited, but he did not come up. Worry arced through her nerves.

"Damien?"

She looked around, but there was nobody else at the lake. Taking a deep breath, she jumped into the water. She gasped in shock at the cold, sputtering as she spun around in the water, her hands reaching out to try to find him.

Damien's head popped up from the lake surface behind her with a splash. She turned to see him, his dark hair dripping with water.

"Are you naked?" he asked. His eyes were closed, and he was grinning.

"Damien!" A rush of relief swept through her. She clung to one of the wooden dock pillars, her feet treading water. "No, I am not naked!"

"Darn," he said, swimming over to her. His hand reached out and she took it, guiding him to the pillar. He grasped the wood and hung there next to her, both of them breathing hard.

"That was a test," he said, as soon as he had caught his breath.

"A test?"

"To see how much you care about me dying."

"A test? A test?!" She splashed his face. She was so happy about him being alive that she didn't care how much water he got in his nose.

"Yes," he said, laughing and running his hand through his wet hair. He turned to her and she saw his eyes for the first time. She inhaled sharply. There were scars through his eyelids, the pink shiny skin running across his skin like claw marks. And his eyes—his eyes were golden and tawny, the light shining off of them like fire.

"My eyes?" he asked softly. "That's why I normally wear glasses."

"You weren't born blind?"

"Nope. I had perfect vision until..." he trailed off, his tongue licking his bottom lip as though he was unsure of how to say something.

"You were in an accident?"

"Something like that," he said. "The doctors said I was lucky I even got to keep my eyeballs. Most people who lose their sight like that have to get fake eyes put in."

"These are your real eyes?" Julia touched his cheek where the bottom of the scars faded out, and he flinched.

"Sorry," she said, pulling her hand back.

"No, not at all. It's just that most people are scared of them."

"Your eyes are beautiful," she said. "They remind me of tiger-eye. You know, the gemstone? I used to collect gems when I was a kid. They do look just like that. Swirls of gold and brown."

"That sounds beautiful," Damien said, a half smile curving his mouth. "I wish I could see your eyes. I bet they're lovely."

Julia didn't say anything. She didn't know what she was supposed to say.

"What do you look like?" Damien asked. "Green eyes, red hair, more beautiful than the sun?"

"I don't—I'm.

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