Description : Eyes of Silver, Eyes of Gold
DAMP AND SHIVERING, ANNE fought against waking, tried to shut out the sounds of nickering horses, lowing cows, and plaintive cats. As she curled in a tighter ball, stalks of hay pricked her cheek, and the summer sweet scent rose around her. She came fully awake in a dismaying rush.
Last night this barn had been a wee refuge from the storm, but she had only intended to wait out the rain. Now the gray light of early dawn might mean having to explain herself to the barn’s owner. Maybe, just maybe, she could steal away before anyone saw her. Anne forced her stiff body into a sitting position then gasped. A shadowy figure leaned against the wall, watching her.
Cord Bennett. In the dim light in the barn it should have been impossible to identify anyone, but Anne recognized him instantly from a glimpse of his eyes under the brim of his hat. She stared up in disbelief. How long had he been standing there, watching her sleep? Unwilling to babble a nervous apology, Anne sat in the hay, returning his silent, steady regard, but she could not stop the voices echoing in her head.
“His daddy had brown eyes, but those eyes of his are yellow, yellow like a wolf’s.”
“The color don’t make no nevermind. What tells you he’s the devil’s own is there’s nothing behind those eyes. They’re empty, empty, savage, and cold.”
Which was ridiculous, of course. Those gossips were wrong. Maybe Cord did have unusual light brown eyes, but Anne did not find them cold. In fact, though she was chilled to the bone, meeting those eyes...