Ravyn let out an abrupt exhale—his thumb brushing across the flesh of my bottom lip, snagging it. When he leaned closer, I closed my eyes, his mouth a whisper from mine. His voice caught at the edges. “Is this you pretending, Elspeth?” he said, the tip of his nose grazing mine. “Because if it is...” His breath stirred my eyelashes. “You’re very good at it.”
