“Just touch her. A physical connection will help.” “A physical connection?” he repeated, his hand shaking as he reached for her. “That sounds like a Source bond.” Another few seconds of silence ticked by before Theon only said, “Sort of.” Axel skated the tips of his fingers along her arm, realizing now she was wearing his shirt. He eyed her stomach. Even with her curves, his shirt was too big on her, obscuring her belly. He traced the new Mark on the back of her hand before sliding his palm up, laying it flat over her torso and splaying his fingers wide. There was no possible way.
