27After they finished their meal and chatted over a kettle of mint tea, they took a walk together along the blustery beach. Soren kept his hands tucked into his pockets and his elbows pinned to his sides against the mid-morning breeze.
What would it have felt like, Lena wondered, to have danced with Soren at Samhain? To be caught in his gently swaying embrace, swept across the floor with his sturdy arms banded about her waist?
Somehow, she didn’t think it would feel like being caught at all. Perhaps it would feel like being free. Free of her panic, of her grief, for a few minutes at least.
As they walked, side by side, their arms brushed, sleeve passing over sleeve. The sensation of almost touching felt strangely intimate, especially as Soren began to reveal more and more of what he’d u
