When he lifted his head just a little to look at her, their lips gently brushed the other’s. It was a touch as brief and gentle as the breeze, but Silene slammed her eyes shut, pulse beating hard against her neck, her temples, her chest. Her heart had never pulsed so furiously even when she’d been alive. “Forgive me,” he whispered, full of defeat, bracing his brow on her seat’s shoulder.
