“Dor…” she whispers my name, then punctuates it with a soft kiss before moving back just slightly. “You need to sleep.” She nudges my nose with hers, then runs her knuckles over my cheek. “Will you be here when I wake up?” I ask, and realize that it makes me appear vulnerable. It’s not like I care, though, simply because I’ve been nothing but transparent with Cignette since we started this – whatever this is between us. She can take my memories, my weaknesses, and my strengths. And, because I’m only human – however ruthless I can be during the times that call for it – I like to believe that I
...more
