Reubon Sterling faced one of the windows that gave view towards the front side of the property, his first glimpse of the vampire upon turning around being mainly the sheathed sword at his hip.
Silas, on the other hand, forced his diamonds to dive into the sea of green that were Reubon's eyes.
Had that man been the first Sterling to meet his gaze after the war, he'd have avoided those gemstones like the plague, turning his head from that same shade altogether. Under those circumstances, the sight of them would have invoked nothing but memories of the worst day of his life, his lowest times.
But Reubon was not the first. After Arabella entered his world, it sure became a great deal easier to admire that color.
The images of the war relating to those irises that flashed back behind his eyes from time to time, when he least suspected it, subsided significantly, only to be replaced by none other than her, her warm smile, laugh and everything else she offered.
