"No how are you or how have you been since you went to the mortal realm? Ah, it's good to be back home, back to friends who don't even care about me."
"Dorian, stop whining. It doesn't suit you."
The eyes were all wrong. Reyna could never forget that face, slender with smooth features or the silver hair that gave of a metallic sheen in the bright light. She knew the face better than she knew her own, it was the same one that haunted her nightmares. It had remained with her even while she was awake, serving as a warning. An omen of what could have been her future.
But the eyes were different. Instead of a daunting electric blue they were a mesmerizing blue green. Though the color was new the intensity of them was by no means diminished. Reyna subconsciously knew how those eyes could become glazed over in pain until they resembled colored glass.How his skin could turn into such a deathly pale that it became almost ashy grey.