It wasn’t sensual by any means. Something about it seemed comforting, like he was making her a promise that even she didn’t know she needed. Claire’s smile wobbles and she gently pulls her hand from Zade’s grip. No one except my shadow and I seem to notice her hand curling into a tight fist to abate the shaking. She’s nervous. Scared. And whatever that moment was with Zade, it shook her.
