Grim
I recognized his face immediately.
Lily only ever spoke and thought of him once, and it was vague, the memory almost too blurry, but I couldn’t forget it.
He had the same look of hunger for her as he had in her memory.
It’s as if I could hear his thoughts with the way he was looking at her… so full of longing and yearning.
This man, this admirer, was her old dance partner.
One of the two men that she found an interest in.
I couldn’t see why.
He’s so human.
Disgustingly human.
Sure, he’s a little taller than most, with that long, blond hair he keeps brushing backwards to make himself look effortless and moody. But his stare… it’s what betrays him. He isn’t watching like the others, dazzled by Lily’s grace.
No.
He watches her with a focus that feels too intent, like
