Perhaps their physical proximity added layers of meaning that weren’t really there. Or perhaps it was the panic that still popped under her skin like electric shocks, driving her to seek out any feelings of safety and security she could. “Taavin…” Vi whispered. His breathing had slowed, and she had yet to look back toward him, instead keeping her focus on the dancing shadows her small, flickering flame cast on the wall opposite them. She almost hoped he had fallen asleep. “Yes, Vi?” “You told me once, terrible things happen to those you love.” “I did.” His voice had grown more lucid, and Vi
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