Fractured Sky (Tattered & Torn, #5)

by Catherine Cowles

“You’re touching me.” There was wonder in her tone that had my brows pulling together. “Would you rather I didn’t?” Shiloh’s gaze flew to mine. “Don’t let go.” “I promise. I won’t let go.”

“It doesn’t hurt,” she whispered. “What doesn’t?” “You touching me.” I fought the urge to rear back—only decades with horses kept me from doing so. The training that kept me from reacting strongly when I got knocked sideways. “You thought it would?” “It always does. Whenever someone touches me. It…it’s like it grates against my skin.” I bit back a million different curses. “Tell me if it’s too much.” She shook her head back and forth. “It’s not.”

“My pinpricks of hope on the darkest nights. You are that in living form for me. You always will be. And I think we can be that for the boys, too.”