If they couldn’t truly touch each other, this approximation of it… the intimacy of this violence between them almost sufficed. It almost satisfied the hunger that sparked at the base of Arin’s spine as she pushed a lock of his hair away from the seeping wound near his cheekbone and murmured, “Just your skull?” Her hair had come loose around her, black curls spilling around her strong shoulders, and she leveled a dagger against Arin’s heart. “Not the rest of you?”
