Humans instinctively fear her eyes

Ryn tensed, prepared to dart away.
“Shh. Let me.”
“You’ll be afraid,” she whispered.
“Then let me be. Let me see all of you and not just the pieces you feel safe showing me. I’ll try to understand.”
“I don’t want to be your nightmare again.”
“They weren’t all nightmares,” she said, tugging the cloth free.
Ryn opened her eyes.
They were eyes on fire—a fire that consumed fire. The black scleras had gravitational pull and if Naomi had to identify the kind of fear she felt, it would be the fear of falling; a sense those scleras were the new “down” and if she was careless, she’d tumble into them. Heart thundering in her ears, her urge was to flee for the safety of the firepit.
The deva closed her eyes. “You see now?”
A thrill swam through her on being released, but the memory of that cold light lingered, afterimages appearing when she blinked. “Not enough.”
“You’ve seen more than enough.”
Determined, she set her gaze on Ryn. “I want to see it all. Your eyes and your teeth.”
“You’ll run. It’s instinct, burned into your species from the time I first hunted your kind.”
Swallowing, Naomi inched closer, almost to the point of touching. “Then hold me still.”


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