He stared at me while he slipped on his jacket and straightened his cuffs. When he was finished, he took a step closer, and then another. In the corner of my eye, I saw Ines hand him the cape. He swept a hand under my hair and I felt the soft fabric settle over my shoulders, against the backs of my arms. “You look like the first day of spring after the coldest, most brutal winter,” he said. “No one is going to be able to take their eyes off you.” “Oh,” I sighed. With his fingers at my throat, he snapped the clasp into place as he stared down at me. “There,” he whispered. “Very good.”
