“Cáel doesn’t usually touch…anyone,” Knox explained. “He can’t handle the contact.” I sucked in a sharp breath. What would that be like? Not to be able to withstand any human contact. I didn’t get a lot of it. Even now, just having Knox’s arms wrapped around me was an overload to my senses. But I’d had something. Mrs. Johansen would hug me on big occasions like my birthday or graduation. Mr. Johansen would pat me on the shoulder when I got an A on a test. Cáel had none of that.
