The voice spoke from right behind her. Jenny
turned - and lost her breath.
Eyes. Blue eyes. Except that they weren't just
blue, they were a shade Jenny couldn't
describe. The only time she'd seen a blue like
that was when she once happened to wake up at
the precise instant of dawn and she'd glimpsed
an unbeliveable, luminous color that had
lasted only a second beforefading to the
ordinary blue of the sky.
No boy should have eyes as blue as that, and
especially not surrounded by lashes so heavy they
seemed to weigh his eyelids down. This boy had
the most startling coloring she'd ever seen. His
eyelashes were black, but his hair was white -
true white, the color of frost, of tendrils of
mist. He was... well, beautiful. But in the
most exotic, uncanny way imaginable, as if
just stepped in from another world. Jenny's
reaction was instant, total, and absolutely
terrifying. She forgot Tom's existence.