She twined her fingers in the fabric of his cloak where it met at the dip of his collarbone. Holding his gaze, she said, “I don’t want to leave.” Milori looked as though he had been waiting his entire life for those words. A dam had given way within him, and the emotion burning in his eyes broke over her like a wave. His hands came to rest over hers, his fingers encircling her wrists. She could feel the wild thrum of his heart beneath her touch, the chill of his skin seeping into hers. “Then don’t,” he murmured into the bare space between them.
