Six. My gaze flew over to Austin and found him staring back at me just as intently but with that infuriatingly unreadable expression. Was he one of my dianoch? He must be. When I’d been shot, barely a handful of hours earlier, he’d been able to help me heal with just a kiss. Okay, a pretty amazing kiss, if I was being honest with myself, but... Austin? He hated me. Oh God, now he’s going to hate me even more. “I think that’s a situation that can work itself out in time,” he said softly to his twin, but his gaze remained locked on mine.
