Jasmine could feel the weight of his gaze pressing down on her, the kind that made her skin crawl and her heart race. Why was this man—a stranger—staring at her so intently, without even the decency to blink? The longer he looked, the more her stomach twisted in discomfort. She couldn't figure it out, couldn't understand why he seemed so fixated on her.
Then, his eyes, once a vibrant green, flickered crimson as if blood was filling them from within. His face followed, flushing with an intensity that made him look as if he were holding his breath. "Finally..." he muttered, still not breaking his gaze. "I've found you…"
