“The doors open to chambers each of the team are fated to enter. I’m not immune to Fate’s plan any more than the rest of you. This is my door. That is your door.” Kris came back and stood close behind her, his breath audible in her ears. Goosebumps rose up on her skin at the caress of his words. She wanted to spin to face him, kiss him savagely, then fall to the floor and f**k him. She spread her fingers, thinking to reach back and touch him. It was like some strange impulse—another entity—was in her head urging her on.
“You can’t touch me,” he said in a near whisper that tickled at her skin. “I know you want to, but it isn’t allowed. Not by human hands. No one has touched me since I was a child.”
“What?” she asked, finally turning to face him and staring at him in disbelief. She tried t
