Bonus Scene
They say loss of sight enhances your other senses. That your nose flexes its olfactory muscles and your ears use every clatter and thud to draw a visual map. I can't see a thing. Not an outline or subtle glow. Kolton has tied a black T-shirt over my eyes, but I sense him. His woodsy scent-that spicy mix of pine and earth-intensifies then recedes as he moves around the room.
Near. Far. Close. Gone. "Asshole," I call.