I lowered my arms around him, stiffly at first. But soon, I found natural places where my arms and hands seemed to fit perfectly around him. I rested my chin on the top of his head, returning his squeeze but with just a little less of that feral, bone-cracking force. I assumed that Killian would get sick of me and slither out of my arms immediately afterwards, but he didn’t. He pressed his face into my chest and stayed that way for a long, long time.