No. Nope. I must be dreaming or else…or else…Captain Kirill just called me his sun. A term of endearment that’s only used between lovers. My jaw is about to hit the ground when he strokes my chin, subtly closing my parted lips. The motion is fast and straightforward, but he might as well have provoked a war in my chest. The place where he touched me tingles and heats, leaving me gasping due to something a lot different than pain. A prick swerves my attention to my arm that Nadia has successfully gotten a needle into. The sight fills my throat with nausea.
