I look into his gray eyes, the rough sound of his voice still echoing in the small space between us.
*Stay with me, in our room.*
I don't say a word out loud. My throat feels completely locked up, and my heart is beating so hard against my ribs that trying to form a sentence would probably just make my voice shake. And I really don't want to shake in front of him right now. Instead, I just look straight back into his face. I let the heavy, tiring armor I've been wearing for the past month fall away right there, and I tell him yes with my eyes.
Bael catches the change in my expression immediately.
The tiny shift in his eyes says everything—the hard, worried line of his jaw just lets go all at once. He doesn't say a single word, but his palm slides down from my waist, his fingers slipping between mine until he's holding my hand in a tight, firm grip.
