The Forbidden Game

About L.J. Smith's The Forbidden Game

“Can I help you?”
The voice spoke from right behind her. Jenny turned – and lost her breath. Eyes. Blue eyes. Except that they weren’t just blue, they were a shade Jenny couldn’t describe. The only time she’d seem blue like that was when she once happened to wake up at the precise instant of dawn and she’d glimpsed an unbelievable, luminous color that had lasted only a second before fading to the ordinary blue of the sky. No boy should have eyes as blue as that, and especially not surrounded by lashes so heavy they seemed to weigh his eyelids down. This boy had the most startling coloring she’d ever seen. His eyelashes startling coloring she’d ever seen. His eyelashes were black, but his hair white – true white, the color of frost, of tendrils of mist. He was… well beautiful. But in the most exotic, uncanny way imaginable, as if he’d just stepped in from another world. Jenny’s reaction was instant, total, and absolutely terrifying. She forgot Tom’s existence.

The Hunter

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