She walks to our table, and Dane ignores her as she rests her hand on his shoulder and speaks about safety measures within the academy. He tenses under her firm grip, his cheeks turning red, and for some reason, I feel the tension of his muscles in my own, the embarrassment, the need to get away. I frown, and he glances at me, shaking his head slightly, as if to stop me from making it obvious I can feel what he feels. I want to mouth, What was that? But I know not to. She’ll see, and knowing her brutality, she’ll demand to know what’s such a secret.
