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"
Really
,
I
’
m
not
going
into
shock
,
"
I
protested
.
"
You
should
be
-
a
normal
person
would
be
.
You
don
’
t
even
look
shaken
.
"
He
seemed
unsettled
.
He
stared
into
my
eyes
,
and
I
saw
how
light
his
eyes
were
,
lighter
than
I
’
d
ever
seen
them
,
golden
butterscotch
.
"
I
feel
very
safe
with
you
,
"
I
confessed
,
mesmerized
into
telling
the
truth
again
.
That
displeased
him
;
his
alabaster
brow
furrowed
.
He
shook
his
head
,
frowning
.
"
This
is
more
complicated
than
I
’
d
planned
,
"
he
murmured
to
himself
.
I
picked
up
a
breadstick
and
began
nibbling
on
the
end
,
measuring
his
expression
.
I
wondered
when
it
would
be
okay
to
start
questioning
him
.
"
Usually
you
’
re
in
a
better
mood
when
your
eyes
are
so
light
,
"
I
commented
,
trying
to
distract
him
from
whatever
thought
had
left
him
frowning
and
somber
.
He
stared
at
me
,
stunned
.
"
What
?
"
"
You
’
re
always
crabbier
when
your
eyes
are
black
-
I
expect
it
then
,
"
I
went
on
.
"
I
have
a
theory
about
that
.
"
His
eyes
narrowed
.
"
More
theories
?
"
