-thirty-nine.

Blake looked up from the curb he was sitting on when I said his name again. The moving lights from the club hit him and illuminated his pale blue eyes. They lit up with recognition a second later.

"Hazel?"

Hazel?

It took me a second to understand what he was saying.

When we met at Ricky's and were introduced, he insisted I was wearing contacts. He swore I had natural hazel eyes because they'd go perfectly with my brown hair and I was just switching colours for fun.

"What happened to you?" I asked as I took him in. Bloodshot eyes, tailored suit, bloody nose and mouth. Every now and then, the blue moving lights from the top of the club reached him and darkened the colour of the blood. "Hang on," I said and pulled out my phone. It was only when my phone was out and in my hand, I realized I had no one to call.