For a fleeting second, Jade convinced herself she was losing her mind.
Her wide eyes traced the familiar features of the man she had allowed into her heart, searching for any anchor to reality. It was him. The same face, the same lips... everything was identical, save for the horrifying glow of blood-red eyes that made her breath catch.
"Y-your... eyes..." she whispered, her body beginning to tremble violently.
Cillian's brow furrowed in confusion at her words, but as he locked onto her wide gaze, he caught his own crimson reflection staring back at him, and the realisation hit him like a physical blow.
In the heat of their confrontation, his control had slipped, allowing his true nature to surface.
If there was ever a textbook definition of catastrophic timing, this agonising second was the ultimate masterpiece.
And since it had already happened, Cillian could think of only one solution... to compel her to forget.
