Can fear take on real physical shape? As it turns out, it can. Right now I was looking my fear straight in the eyes. They were unusual, vividly amber-colored—so exotic, more like wolf’s eyes, with a very rare golden tint. I couldn’t take my gaze off it, and it, in response, shamelessly examined me, without any embarrassment, roaming its eyes over my figure in everyday clothes of a prosecutor’s investigator. A modern romance novel.