Rohan heard her question and saw the uncertainty in her clear, wide hazel eyes—eyes he didn't dare focus his own gaze on.
For a human who had been forced into being a people-pleaser and a timid woman unable to voice her thoughts, she was beginning to show her true self now that she was away from those who had shaped her into that.
But though Rohan knew as much—that she wasn't normal and was different, even from the moment he had met her years ago—he could not put a finger on it and say exactly what she was.
It had baffled him then, and it baffled him still now. He had spent time studying books, searching for anything that might explain her, but there seemed to be no history, no record that spoke of a special human who could not be compelled, or who could see what only the dead could.
