Aiden was staring. So was Caleb, although he looked like he was quite used to all this...woman on display. Hell, even I was staring.She crossed the hall, her long legs parting the chiffon of her skirt, playing peekaboo. Dear gods, I felt my cheeks start to burn, but I still couldn't look away. As she neared, her all-white eyes flared, and then dimmed. Two bright, emerald-colored eyes appeared.Caleb relaxed beside me, a slow smile creeping across his handsome face-the face I'd missed so much. Hello, Persephone.
by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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Aiden, Caleb, and the narrator find themselves captivated by a striking woman who confidently moves across the hall. While Caleb seems accustomed to such scenes, the narrator can't help but blush as he admires her mesmerizing presence. The woman, initially with all-white eyes, appears to undergo a transformation, revealing bright emerald eyes as she approaches.

Caleb's reaction is one of calm familiarity, as he smiles at the woman and greets her warmly, indicating a connection. The narrator feels a mix of embarrassment and fascination, highlighting the compelling aura of the woman named Persephone, who has clearly made an impression on everyone present.

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