“Parrish,” Ronan snarled. “You aren’t allowed—” He pulled Adam up and held him close, feeling for breath, for pulse. Nothing, nothing. The seconds tilted by. Adam’s body didn’t breathe. Adam’s mind wheeled, untethered, through infinite dreamspace. Wherever it was, it didn’t recall Adam Parrish, Harvard student; Adam Parrish, Henrietta-born; Adam Parrish, Ronan Lynch’s lover.
