Raihn barely managed to right himself. Then his gaze fell to me. He went utterly still. And then, with a single swift movement, he was on his knees beside my bed, hands cradling my face like he wanted to make sure I was real. You’re alive, I wanted to say, but all I could choke out was, “Did I scare you?” I was smiling, laughing a little, though the sound was almost a sob. And soon Raihn was laughing too, and he kissed my face—my forehead, my brows, my nose, and finally, my mouth, leaving the taste of tears on my lips. “Don’t you ever do that to me again,” he said. “Never fucking again.”
