I couldn't help but watch him out of the corner of my eye: the way his brow furrowed up in concentration, the way he chewed on his lip as he thought, his messy hair falling over his face. I smiled to myself, thinking that any moment like this would have been the start of a romance arc in any basic novel. But as he turned towards me, that arc crashed into the floor. His yellow, slit eyes stared into mine. My face fell slack. Oh. Oh no.
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