The library was pin-drop silent as Cathain remained still like a statue.
But his mind was in a mess.
Eleanora was still staring at him with confusion, her hair and clothes in a mess.
Her lipstick smudged on her face as Cathain shook his head in disbelief.
The closer their physical intimacy was, the better her powers worked.
Isn't that why he acted like a beast around her in their past life?
Because her healing powers would soothe the ache in his skull,
The ache he felt from fighting against the control of his mind.
And he felt the same now,
So she was surely using her powers on him to fight the darkness surrounding him.
The realization made his pulse stutter, dread curling into his gut like a slow, twisting vine.
Was that all it was?
The way she looked at him—so sure.
So close.
The fingers tightening in his tie.
The whisper of running. Of staying. Of facing it together...
Had she meant it?
Or had she simply needed to touch him?
