Chapter 15 Touch Her and I'll Dismantle You

"You need to stop staring at his hand," Orion said, close enough that only I could hear him.

Dashiel Crane had his fingers on her elbow, five points of contact through borrowed fabric, and I was counting them.

"Cael."

"I see it."

"You're not seeing it, you're cataloguing it. He's networking, she's a...

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