Hermi held the amber-tinted spectacles between her fingers. The scout had pressed the frame into her hands at the door only seconds ago.
"Cassian, come here," she called. "You must wear these for the dinner tonight, and every day until we leave this land."
Cassian was busy rubbing a white towel through his damp hair. He approached her with a furrowed brow, his gaze dropping to the flimsy object in her hand with a look of deep doubt.
Hermi raised her own brow in return, her eyes expectant, until Cassian let out a dramatic roll of his eyes and a sigh of reluctant surrender. He bent his tall frame and lowered his face until he was at her level, allowing her to slide the gold wire over his ears.
When he turned to the polished mirror to inspect himself, the rectangular panes of amber glass transformed the piercing garnet of his eyes into the duller color of dark bronze.
