Chapter 11

Theo tilted his head back, his hand molding around Quin’s skull in order to hold him close. “Every time you came to talk to me, I wished I could feel you like this again.”

Quin straightened. “You heard me?”

“Every word. I could feel you in a way, but it wasn’t anything like this.”

“How?”

“I don’t know.”

“So you’ve been aware all along?”

Theo shrugged. “I’m not sure I’d say that. There are long patches of nothing. But I remember when you were in England. And that Japanese house with the pretty little girl who waited on you.” His slight frown smoothed over into a smile. “And Annie. I know Annie very well, though that’s probably not a surprise. I saw her every day.”

Annie. Still waiting for him upstairs. Guilt made Quin drop his hand, though he couldn’t quite bear to back away from Theo’s warmth. “She said she set you free. Do you know how?”