Nate listened, still on his knees like a supplicant. Kaia’s husky vibrato proved she had not been unmoved by their kiss. She leaned in. He leaned forward. The tableau recalled sacred contact depicted in renaissance paintings.
A string of
profanity ran through my head like a news ticker. I waited for the
breaking story, the story of how Nate would break, break away, break me
for bringing in a force neither of us could hope to handle. I tried to
bury fear when he turned to me.
Human or not, he could sense it. “Oh, this is gonna be fun.”