Chadstone took a deep, shuddering breath, and for one dazed, callous moment, Dakshana wondered that his kind even needed to breathe at all. With his arm around her waist, her body pressed against his chest - he was strangely warm. And still shuddering. No. Shaking.
Dakshana stared down at his trembling hand where it hovered next to hers, as if unsure whether or not to touch, and then she looked up at him. Her next words died on her throat. No one had ever looked at her like that before, so pained and longing and afraid.
“You’re alive now,” he said.
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