Chapter 50

I almost missed the “I don’t see” when I heard the “I’ve heard a lot about you,” but something made more sense when I noticed that first sentence: the hazy blue color of his eyes, or when he moved his ears, perked up against my direction, searching for me with his hearing. I stared at him for a moment, perhaps too long, without letting go of his wrist. Rhiannon turned to speak English to the children and introduce me to them, even though I was more busy paying attention to her assistant.

A blind werewolf. You didn’t see that every day.

“What are you looking at so much?” Sebastian growled, after a while.

“How did you know I was looking at you? You didn’t even notice when I put my hand in front of you.”

He retracted his lips a little, baring his fangs in a kind of smile.

“That’s what everyone does when they find out I can’t see. I’ve been blind for twenty years; from time to time I like to play a joke,” he explained. “I may overlook the little things, but