Chapter 19
I realised I was staring again and looked away.
When I finally looked back, he was looking at the bruises on my face. I could see the concern in his eyes. I winced. I didn’t want him to see the bruises. Didn’t want him to know how I’d gotten them. I didn’t want anyone to know. I didn’t want all the attention and the questions. Heat flushed my cheeks.
He opened his mouth, then closed it. “Let’s try that again,” he suggested, and I nodded.
This time the zap was mild, and a buzzing, tingly feeling spread throughout my body from where he was touching me.
I managed to get to my feet and as we headed toward the nearest seat, I felt light-headed from the pain and my legs started to give way underneath me. The nausea came back with a vengeance.
He quickly changed his grip so I wou
