“What?”
She met my dark eyes with her very blue ones for a daring moment. “That, just occasionally,” she said, “I think so, too.”
Chapter
Three
Lara walked with her hand on my arm as we went back to our waiting carriages. The shadows were getting longer as the sun went down.
“So,” she said. “Next month?”
“Sure,” I said. “My people will get with your people.”
She sighed. “Yes, I suppose so.” We stopped and she took her hand back, studying my face. “Fill your cup, Harry. Whatever it is that gives you yourself. Do more of it.”
“I’ll get by,” I said.
“Getting by is surviving,” she said. “I thought you wanted to live.”
“Can’t always get what you want,” I said. “Ask you something?”
“I suppose.”
“What’s with your eyes?” I asked.
She tilted her head, her deep blue eyes narrowing. “How so?”
“They’ve been blue all day,” I said. “I’ve seen them grey. Silver sometimes. Sometimes white.”
“Ah,” she said. She seemed to consider it for a moment and then said, “When you see that, you’re seeing my Hunger peeking out.”
“You ate before our date,” I said.
“Sometimes three is a crowd.”
“So, when your eyes get lighter, I need to worry.”
Her expression was unreadable for a moment. Then she said, “We both do. May I ask a question in reply?”
“Seems fair.”
“Why won’t you meet my eyes for more than a second?”
“Bad things can happen when a wizard does that,” I said. “It’s called a soulgaze. I see you as you are.”
“That seems like it would be an advantage.”
One side of my mouth pulled up bitterly.
Murphy was gone by the time I’d decided to try it with her.
“Not really,” I said. “You’d get to see me back.”
“Would that be so terrible?”
“People have screamed and fainted,” I said.
Lara tilted her head. I looked at her eyes long enough to see the wheels spinning, then lengthened my gaze past her. “Now. That is fascinating. Good night, Dresden.”
