A Risky Game with a Hidden Trump Card

Can fear take on real physical shapes? As it turned out, it can. Right now I was staring my fear straight in the eyes. They were an unusual, bright amber color—so exotic they looked more like a wolf’s, with a very rare golden tint. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, and in return it looked at me rudely, without any embarrassment, scanning my figure, dressed in the everyday form of a prosecutor’s investigator. A modern romance novel.