“Gray…” I trailed off, closing my eyes when it became too much. “Let me love you,” he said, his words softly spoken against my mouth. He took my hand in his, guiding it to the mark on the center of his chest and splaying my fingers over the place where his heart beat in tune with mine. “I can’t,” I said, a sob breaking free. “Oh, Witchling,” he said, smiling sadly as he stared down at me. “You already are.”
