There was no warmth of sleep in his eyes, no disorientation, no gradual waking up. His icy blue eyes were wide, completely lucid, and terrifyingly sharp. The pupils were dilated, locking onto her flushing, panicked face with the instant, single-minded focus of a predator that had just successfully sprung a trap. He hadn't been sleeping at all. He had been waiting for her to step into his radius.