“How can you put so much faith in me? You hardly know me.” Without hesitation, he splays his hand over my heart. “Rent hjärta, remember? I trust this.” With his free hand, he grabs my wrist, the pen dropping to the floor, and presses my palm to his chest. I flex my fingers, feeling the beating of his heart. “Do you trust me, Teddy? Do you trust my heart as I trust yours?”
