“Good, this time I believed it,” he said. “You decide your fate, Koraine.” He glanced to my wrist where Cyrus had burnt me. Reaching his own hand up he covered mine. Pulling it back he raised my hand to his lips, and trailed a gentle kiss over my burnt wrist. My heart raced, and my stomach felt like a million ember butterflies were flying around. I wanted to kiss him, but part of me held back.
