Chiming echoed through the interior before the door opened. I barely suppressed a gasp when I looked into the eyes of the shaggy, dark-haired man who answered. His eyes were purple. Who had purple eyes? Nobody I'd ever seen unless you counted in movies. I was fairly certain those were fake, however.
It wasn't only the man's eyes that had me staring, however. He towered over my five-foot two-inch tall frame by more than a foot, and his arms were covered in intricately swirling tattoos. A sleeveless black tank and sweatpants of the same color completed an image I wasn’t expecting to see in a house like this.
"Don't you have manners?" The violet-eyed man's voice was deep and husky. Until he spoke, I hadn't realized I'd been gaping, mouth partially opened, without saying a word. How long had I been doing that?