Clare POV:
Okay, so after Reed came in with the heating pad — thank God for that — he just… stood there. Not saying a word. Just staring.
And not like the casual "checking if you're okay" kind of stare. No. This was a full-on, "I think you've grown a second head" type of situation. Eyes flicking between me and something invisible, shifting from one leg to the other like he had no idea what to do with his own limbs. Awkward didn't even begin to cover it.
Who would've thought this was the same guy who once had me pinned to a wall, claws out, rage boiling behind those shifting eyes?
Speaking of eyes — they were doing that weird thing again. Flickering from a soft brown to an almost-glowing yellow, back and forth like some kind of broken traffic light. It was subtle, but yeah, I noticed. I notice everything when I'm stuck on a couch with cramps and my entire body screaming mutiny.
Then, without saying a word, he turned and disappeared into the kitchen.
I blinked.
