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“It was the middle of the night, but the long hallway ahead was washed in brilliant sunlight. Sunslight, I thought, correcting myself. I would never get over the fact that Zilvaren had two su— What in all the gods’ names… The smuggler was standing frozen in the middle of the hall with his hands outstretched, knees bent, ass sticking out like he’d shit himself. “Why the fuck are your eyes closed?” I demanded. Carrion cracked one eye open, looking up at me. As soon as he realized we were on the other side of the door, he exhaled, standing up straight, brushing himself off. “I don’t know! It was weird, not being able to see anything. Closing them helped.” He was the strangest male. “Okay. Sure. That makes perfect sense,” I said.” — Callie Hart