“You’re free now. Free of Mary and free of the cage.” I slid my hand around to brush my thumb over his grey lips. “Look at that pretty mouth.” Gloam snorted, hefting me higher in his arms, the chained forearm supporting my backside. “Nothing about me is pretty. Not like you.” “Not true.” I leaned in and started kissing all over his face. His flat nose, those ridges in the centre, the corners of his wideset eyes. “Everything about you is perfect. Including that voice.”
