Chapter 59
This time, she grabbed his arm. “It does,” she said. “Don’t run away, please.”
Warmth radiated from her palm and spread up his arm. He recognized immediately what she was trying to do—replace the frustrated pain with something more peaceful. At first, he resented the attempt. These were his emotions, and he came by them honestly, and he had every right to suffer through every hellish second of them. But at the same time, the spark of heat was a welcome relief. But it was only a spark.
“We need to talk about this,” Gideon said.
The tips of Emma’s fingers began to stroke the underside of his arm. “I know how scared you are.” Her voice was as soft as her touch. “But you were there for me when I was so terrified at Sangre and the next morning. Let me be here for you now. Please, Jess.”