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CHAPTER ONE

Indigo sat at his desk chair, closed his eyes, and for the hundredth tiined exactly what his new home looked like Sure, he could believe what the decorator told hi able to look with his own eyes, one sier worked, he was totally fucked in the decorating and groo departments He kneas clean—showered twice a day, kept hiot his hair cut when it started to feel too long In his world, or at least his old world, longer hair led to curls

Curls=bad

He leaned his head back against the headrest of the office chair and stared at what he assuain, the decorator had assured him He wasn’t a pussy…even if he sounded like one in his own head…or out loud if he ever talked to anyone on a regular basis Up until two years ago, he was ex Special Forces and a -world It had all disappeared, though One wrong move One second off The tiniest delay or the partial second that he should have hesitated and didn’t He’d gone over it in his ed the scenario two h He was still blind Other than being paralyzed, he’d ended up the o knew that idea wasn’t accurate, fair, or politically correct, but since his life consisted of hiured he could be as politically incorrect as he wanted In the end, he was only hurting himself and that made him kinda happy

It made him feel

Feels=good

He closed his eyes and tried to see if the darkness changed at all As usual—nothing After the initial blast, when he’d been recovering in the hospital, the doctors had held up hope that his vision ht return over time It hadn’t He’d always heard that blind people had superior senses—i…all that bullshit Maybe it had only been his fourth day of being blind, but he’d auto the tiniest bit of hope where no hope actually existed That was the last of his superior, super senses He was nothing special as it turned out Needless to say, it had been a tough transition He’d hated everybody, especially himself

Two years later and he was still blind as a bat After the first year and a half, he’d learned enough about caring for hihosted all his friends The pity in their voices was slowly starting to kill the little bit of life still in hiuy Yep, the worstSpecial Forces, especially when one of the , wasn’t nearly as simple as he’d hoped He’d been quite proud of hi himself on the back, but then he’d been found—truth be known, he’d probably never been lost fro was on Friends, they didn’t know he knew that they didn’t know he knehat-the-fuck-ever The bottoo knew they were around and that they, especially Clay, had betrayed him in the worst possible way…and like a fool he continued to let it go on because he was desperate, needy, and pathetic At first, that first night, it had started with Indigo pushing Clay, just to see how far he would go before he caved Clay hadn’t caved Indigo hadn’t either It had been a gao had hated his the second, third, fourth…twentieth tiht Thankfully, his only friend in the world, Sky, chose that

“I’o baby-talked to his service dog Again, nobody could hear him, so it was perfectly safe to emasculate hi his hands as a guide, he found her harness hanging next to the door You knohere it alas because he’d never fucking find it if he hbor and ask for help When he’d host everybody, he had intentionally chosen a shitty, unsafe neighborhood to live in just to make it one step harder for his team to try and find him Hollister, the kid next door, was the only one he’d let into his private sanctuary and that was probably a mistake Well, Hollister and undercover Clay