Legend grabbed her wrist and spun her back around to face him. Her blood rushed from the combination of his touch and the spinning and the consuming sudden nearness as he asked, “Where are you going off to so fast?” I’m leaving because you didn’t kiss me, she thought. But she said, “None of your business.” “You are always my business, Donatella.” Legend’s hand slowly moved up her arm and under her cloak, sparking as he traced the bare skin between her glove and her sleeve.
