“Look at me. There’s no reason to believe the worst.” I do as he asks, searching his face for reassurance. “How can you be so sure?” “She was well liked here for the most part. People respected her. And there were no signs of foul play.” To my utter shock, he pauses outside the cold room to grab my hand and give it a gentle squeeze. Embers spark to life at the innocent touch, the sight of his fingers on my skin zapping all my nerve endings awake. As if he experienced the same spark, Thorne jolts, dropping my hand like it stung him.
