Chapter Twenty-Seven.
Safron sat on the toilet, staring at her hand in disbelief, not understanding what was happening to her. When Leon had accidentally touched her, she did not feel the incapacitating fear she would have expected. But rather a spark, something intense, akin to a pleasurable electric current, which begun at the touch site, had radiated up her arm, causing her heart to skip a beat. The feeling terrified her, but not in the way she normally panicked when touched. She had to get away from the soldier, just for a few moments to process what was happening. To question why the man seemed to have the ability to knock down her carefully constructed walls. He had already turned the worst day of her year into bearable. More than bearable, she was having fun, something she woul
