“Jasper was staring at Dorian, golden eyes guarded but keen. Caius tried to see his friend as Jasper did. Scarred skin impossibly fair. Gray hair with a soft luster that made it look almost silver. A single blue eye, as clear as the sea at morning. Jasper’s nest was a testament to his appreciation of beautiful things, and Dorian was lovely, even with his scars, even if he never recognized it in himself.”
