“Call my name,” he whispers. “I will come to you. From anywhere in all the worlds, I will come. Just call my name.” “Castien.” My throat vibrates against his fingertips. “No.” He leans in closer, his nose against my temple. His lips just brush my skin. Not a kiss, a mere stroke of contact. “Not that.” Then he speaks a single word, softly. Breathes it into my ear. The next moment he is gone.
