Soft, smoky green eyes that could suddenly flash like emerald fire, eyes that spoke to a man in a silent language all their own. Cat’s eyes, thought Hazard, recalling how the outside corners tipped upward ever so slightly. He hadn’t noticed that when she first stopped him in his tracks outside the ballroom. He’d been so taken, he noticed little except the color of her eyes. And that she’d cast a spell on him. In those few minutes or seconds, she’d held him bound to her, quieting everything around him and in him until there was only her, and the sudden, inexplicable willingness to grant her every wish. She hadn’t made a wish, however. She’d walked away without a word of explanation or the slightest hint as to what she wanted with him. And he, hardened man of the world that he believed himself to be, had been left standing there, helpless to do anything but watch until she was out of sight. Only then did his head clear and his will become his own again. He hadn’t discovered what she was up to until later, when she used her magic to cheat him out of the pendant.
