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“What are you doing”? His eyes were as big as saucers and, in the moonlight, he looked more creature than young man. For the first time, being with him, I was afraid. I had to get out of there and I had to pretend everything was ok. I fought the urge to tell him. I decided I wanted to keep my mind to myself. “What do you mean, Ewan," I purred. I was so bad at flirting. If he bought this, then something was really wrong. “I felt you shift. I felt you change”. Think, think, Tori, figure this out. “I didn't do anything, honestly”. I looked deep into his black eyes".

I'd never noticed before how Ewan's eyes shone in spite of their dark color. I caught myself staring, so I tried to refocus. "What kind of creature do you think I am, anyway?" Ewan paused thoughtfully, becoming serious for the first time in a while. "Tori, that's not the right question. The question is," he leaned closer, "What do you think you are?"