Dad looked like he didn't want to answer me, but he turned and looked at the third person that had come up the stairs. He had a mop of thick black hair on his head, he looked as if he couldn't be a few years older than I was, and he was completely built by muscle. I looked into his eyes and felt my brain melt and my heart slip into my stomach. Those yellow eyes.
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