"Violet, your eyes—they're purple." Luke cupped both of my cheeks, wanting to have a closer look at the change in my eyes. "They're really purple."
I looked at him, befuddled, not knowing what he meant by my eyes turning purple. Instead of asking, I decided to look for a mirror to see it myself. I got out of bed, wanting to walk to the mirror, but felt my legs going weak. Luke caught me just before I fell.
"Careful, your body is still weak from before," he warned as he dragged me back to the bed. He then moved away, picking up the mirror on the wall and placing it in front of me. I took it in my hands and peered in the mirror, noticing that I looked like a complete disaster—but that's not the point right now.
