"Did you know you have gray eyes," she whispered, "and that they deepen, get darker and darker?"
"No."
"No. No one ever told you."
Mara had told him. He barely remembered that time when she had told him.
She put her slightly opened mouth against his lips and pulled him closer.
He pulled the trigger. Her body quivered as though from the kiss, and then he stepped away and she fell at his feet. He wasn't thinking now. There was no time for that. He lifted her, carried her toward one of the refrigerated banks. Her skin had turned a mottled ugly color and her eyes were open and rigid. Quite suddenly her eyes moved up into her head, and ugly groups of purple little veins appeared underneath the skin.
He put her on the frosty floor of the huge bank. Around her, like some hideous garnishing, were eyes that looked at her accusingly. He dragged the two Oligarch guards and Keith's corpse into another bank, slammed the heavy door. Van Ness groaned and Danton lifted him into the car.
"I can't see," Van Ness whispered. "I can't see. I'm dying."
"Hang on," Danton said. "Only fifty Oligarchs, understand, Van? Forty seven now. Maybe less if those seven I shot down in the pit didn't all recover. Maybe we can get some more of them, Van!"
"I'm dying," Van Ness whispered. "I can't see."