There she was again, sitting at the corner of the cafe with a book opened next to a cup of espresso on the table. Mace looked up as he entered the cafe, and her gaze landed on him.
I could not look away.
Then she gave him a smile. A gentle, loving smile. The kind that would make you want to be the reason behind it. A precious smile it was. A soulful smile it was.
But somehow, Brandon noticed the hollowness in her eyes. The kind of eyes that hid pain awfully well, the kind that would make you wonder what they witnessed, that drained out the soul in them. They looked so sad, so dim, compared to the smile she wore on her face.
And that was when he realized that a person's soul never lived behind their lips. Their soul was always behind the look in their eyes.
