“I know that.” Étienne moves closer. His legs brush against mine, and his hands brush against my stomach and hips more than once. He watches me, gauging my reaction. I don’t pull away from him, but I don’t touch him either. “What happens if I leave and the Old Serene doesn’t come back?” “I don’t know.” Étienne’s gaze never leaves my face. “If it was up to me, I’d never find out.”
