Page 223 of Black Reign

That earns me the faintest laugh.

I could live on that sound for an unreasonable amount of time.

Then I touch a strand of her hair.

I shouldn't.

I do anyway.

Caramel curls around my fingers.

Real.

“You lied about the blonde.”

“I never said I was blonde.”

“You deliberately created a blonde witness description.”

“That is different.”

“You left synthetic hair.”

“Also different.”

“You have a problem with honesty.”

She lifts one brow.

“Says Ghost.”

Fair.

My thumb brushes the strand once.

Then her eyes.

“Cornflower.”

She blinks.

“What?”

“Your eyes.”

I can't stop looking at them.

She spent years refusing to show them to me.

Now I understand why.

They'd have destroyed every photograph.

“I imagined gray.”

“Wrong.”

“Green once.”