There was something different about her eyes. There were a lot of things that were different here, strange, incongruent with the way that he remembered them, but her eyes were the first thing he noticed and what his focus stayed on. Her eyes were sadder now than they had been, which gave them the impression of more depth — or maybe that had something to do with the lighting in this room and the way it reflected off of them. Intentionally dim lighting, Ezra observed. Mood lighting, someone would say charitably, but he suspected Rosalie would see it as a sign of misdirection. She'd never been keen on this sort of thing.

"Do you?" he asked, with a note of keen interest, as though she were telling him something he had never considered before. He leaned forward and leaned an elbow on the table, peering at her eyes. "You reacted quite strongly when it came up. Would it have been different on any other day?"

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