Ariyon sighed. “You don’t understand, Fallon, when someone is in pain, I can feel it.” He moved closer to me and made a fist, pounding it on his chest. “When my aunt grasped your arm, I felt your agony and I wanted to kill her in that moment,” he snarled. I gasped and he leaned even closer. “And when you said that all you wanted was to be normal, to be loved, to be kissed… I felt that too, in my heart, like an invitation.”
