The moment their gazes met, something flickered in Lennox's eyes– something perilously close to betrayal, or hurt. But he buried it quickly, forcing his expression into calm neutrality as he shifted his attention to Esme.
For a heartbeat, words deserted him. Under the shimmer of moonlight, she looked almost unreal. Her blue hair caught the faint glow of the lamps along the pier, the strands glinting like liquid sapphire as they framed her face. The soft green of her attire only deepened her eyes, and even now, when her eyes met his with open hostility, she looked stunning.
There was a quiet fire in her gaze that made her seem both ethereal and untouchable, and this breathtaking sight would have been his to claim if Donovan hadn't shown up to take everything away from him like he always does.
Lennox drew in a steady breath. "You've changed," he said softly, though the words carried more weight than he intended.
