(Jaxon)
Christian looked at us again, and I could see that his eyes were back to their normal color. He still looked a little tired, but calmer. It was strange, watching him sit there after everything that had just happened. I didn’t even know what to say. None of us did.
I shifted a little on the bed, trying not to stare at him too much. Mason was still sitting close, like he didn’t want to move away. Greyson had his arms crossed, watching carefully.
“You good?” I asked finally.
Christian nodded. “Yeah. I think so.”
‘He’s different,’ Shylo said.
‘I know,’ I answered.
‘Not in a bad way. He looks lighter.’
I didn’t respond. I just kept my eyes on Christian. He looked back at me for a second, then looked down at his hands again. I could see the way his fingers twisted a little, like
