I shook my head in disbelief, closed my eyes, and then opened them again.
To my surprise, golden eyes still stared back at me.
I froze.
My breath hitched as I took a few steps back, my mind struggling to process what I was seeing. This… this had to be a mistake.
I squeezed my eyes shut again, counted to three, and then opened them.
The golden color remained.
Panic fluttered in my chest.
My eyes had always been brown.
Had I hit my head?
Was this some kind of hallucination?
I stepped closer to the mirror, my fingers gripping the edges of the sink for support. My reflection mirrored my movements, but the golden irises remained unchanged—brilliant, glowing, unnatural.
A tingling sensation spread through my hands.
I looked down.
