Gloam slowly curled his fingers around mine, giving me enough time to pull away if I wanted to, which—of course I didn’t. I flipped my palm quickly to lace our fingers together, staring down at our joined hands. His was so big, almost engulfing mine. His skin was a dark grey in the lantern’s weak light, but I could detect the veins snaking over the back of his hand. Not the same as his thick cabling—these were more delicate. Fragile looking.
