“I made sure to feel every single lash,” he murmured. I frowned in confusion. “What do you mean?” Collith seemed to shake himself. He resumed his administrations, making them even gentler, somehow. “During times of heightened emotion, the bond is more… navigable, perhaps,” he explained, his breath teasing my wet skin. “It’s how I was able to take your voice. We’re already able to feel what the other is feeling, but in circumstances like the tribunal, that can translate to the physical as well.”
This bastard, it's becoming hard to hate him
