He’d never seen anyone with eye color that matched their hair. The light blue was striking against her fair skin. “We’re going to walk slowly to the kitchen,” he said as he settled her hand at his elbow, then covered it with his. Her fingers were cold, and they trembled against his arm. Part of it could be weakness. Part of it could be the confusion and sparks of desire that occasionally ignited within the depths of her gaze. In truth, Hayden had trouble hiding his own attraction. She was beautiful—stunning, actually. Her hair hung halfway down her back and curled softly on the ends. She was about the same height as Miya and barely reached his shoulders since he was taller than average. Her muscle definition was obvious, even with the atrophy. It wouldn’t take her long to get her strength back. He had a hard time imagining this weak, almost meek creature as a trained, emotionless killer. “If you were the chancellor’s only child, why were you made a Mundi?” Hayden asked as they slowly worked their way down the hall toward the kitchen at the back of the house.
