Chapter 77 Run, Girl ( 2)

• He eyed her fair features. As a woman, her hair was light blonde wound with silver and gold highlights. Her eyes were impossibly huge. So blue they were almost purple. Her small face narrowed to an impudent chin and bow mouth. Today she wore a dress trimmed in white feathers, similar to those on the tiny, winged circlet wrapping under her hair.
• She surprised him by kneeling next to him as he eyed her steadily. “What’s wrong?” Her voice was soft this time, and if he wasn’t mistaken, that was concern in her deep gaze.
• “I don’t feel well.” His low timbre sounded hoarse to even his ears.