Summary:

“Pierce. Look at me, Dammit!” I blink. Did she just cuss? Out of shock and curiosity I turn my head over to her.
Her eyes widen a fraction and her lips part for the slightest of seconds. She looks at me. She blinks and is composed.
She hops down and lands with a silent thud. She grabs my hand.
I have held a lot of girl’s hands. Delicate fingers. Soft palms. Small wrists.
Hers is different. She has larger fingers, calloused at the knuckles, and a silky palm. It’s not soft but its not…rough either. Her thumb is the length of mine and I gently squeeze, testing.
Her blue, blue eyes were startling. So pale yet so… blue. When I look deeper I could see some green and pale yellow in her eyes. The outlines are dark and deep,
just like her face.
She seems so young, yet… so old. So wise. She blinks and her lashes throw shadows down her beautiful face.