He has yet to release my hand, but with his other he reaches up and grabs my face, fingers curling around the back of my neck. I had already been looking directly at him, but now I lack any choice. Our noses nearly touch. “I had no choice. I had to find you.” “Me?” I blink. “Yes, you, and all the other nineteen Majors.” It sounds a bit like he’s backtracking. Find you was said with such purpose. As if I’m different, somehow.
