Again, Nico stopped him. This time, he took Ethan’s wrist, circling his pulse in a tender hold. “My pelt is my freedom,” he said, swallowing hard. “Most people would take it without thinking twice. Would take me. I know it’s not an excuse, but trust doesn’t come easy, and you…you disarm me. I’m sorry for before—I am—but I need you to understand that I’m trying very hard to keep my wits about me. I can’t remember…anything, really.”
