Chapter 79

　　Maya

　　I'm sitting in front of Finn while trying hard to concentrate. A lot of time has passed since we set up camp for the night, and after hours, I'm still trying to shape-shift back into a human.

　　Finn is whispering encouragingly. "You can do it, Maya."

　　I take another deep breath and resist the urge to scream when my body breaks bones and forms new ones. Shape-shifting is painful, and when I'm done, I tumble forward.

　　Finn shoves his hand underneath me and catches me in his cupped palm. The landing is soft, and a row of flutters flies through me when I stare at his bent fingers, along with blooming insecurity.

　　In the various books I've read, I never understood when an author wrote, "and his touch was electric," but now I'm experiencing it firsthand, no pun intended, as I sink further into Finn's hand.

　　Touching him is best described as heaven, and while his hand isn't as good as being snuggled up on top of his chest, I take what I can get.