“My eyes?” there was something he was not understanding.
Neliana realized then why the man on the stage always killed her. She could see what he was. There was no helping the laughter that came. It was the laughter of someone who had lost all their marbles, a cackling that took her breath away and made her sides ache. So this is how it would end.
His bodyguards looked uneasy, the assistant had made the same connection she had but was saying nothing. The man looked surprised at her sudden outburst. “Take her to my place, the theater is closed for the night,” he commanded.
She laughed the whole way there.