Henri has just run into Noelle...
Henri
stood rooted to the spot, watching her from the shadows. What on earth was she
doing in Edinburgh? And who had put those shadows in her eyes? The fresh-faced,
sassy student he'd picked up in a bar in London, not dissimilar to this one,
almost seven years ago had changed into a beautiful woman, who seemed to carry
a heavy burden. His gut had clenched and his conscience churned, seeing the
storm of recognition in the depths of her blue-grey eyes eyes earlier. Eyes
which, he knew, changed color with her mood: Azure when she was happy,
sparkling with laughter; the color of a summer's sky when she was deep in
thought; and the dark, soulful blue of the darkest ocean in the throes of
passion.
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oh, this is soooooo good, I'm so excited bout this series. Love this excerpt.
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DeleteGreat introspection from him. I like how he mentally compares the "fresh faced sassy student" to the older "beautiful woman." Well done, six!
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