“It’s not nice to make fun of people when they’re at their weakest.” I really needed to locate the dead-man switch on my smoldering because if I continued to light up in his presence, I wanted it to be on my terms. His laughter slowed to an elegant chuckle. “You mean, at their shiniest?” “I’m going to let go now.” I forced myself to slacken my death grip. He pressed his mouth into the crown of my head. “Go ahead, levsheh.” The king of Elysium and of mixed signals tucked me in closer. “I’ve got you.”
