I barely heard him. The most bizarre sensation trembled through me. A violence I didn’t recognize. Violence… that wasn’t the right word. Against my own volition, I touched the loose hair at his temple. Arin held himself still as a statue while I swept the strand behind his ear. My fingers lingered against the strong line of his jaw. I had the most irrational wish for my gloves to dissolve into ash. But without them, he couldn’t have allowed my touch to begin with.
