"Can I take out the colored contacts now?" He felt like he couldn't see clearly with them in, and they were scratchy and uncomfortable.
Evelyn Ford had a pretty good idea of what he was thinking. He assumed that now that he'd killed the person—or people—who knew his secret, he was safe.
"You can't."
Ronan Kendrick frowned, clearly unhappy. He pried out the contacts and blinked in discomfort.
Evelyn Ford stared at his mismatched eyes, her feelings complicated.
