Sighing in frustration, he rose from his childhood bed and stood in front of the long mirror that filled the back of the closet door. He only looked a little different than he had then—he was over a decade older, but his body hadn’t aged much. Whatever the doctor had dropped in that tube, it had healed every imperfection he’d ever had, including his shattered nose and his countless surgery scars. Ten years of fighting crime hadn’t added any scars to his collection, either. He was still as perfect as the day he stood in front of this very mirror and admired his newly acquired physique.
The change was all in his eyes. Free on Kindle.
