He didn’t reply, but one hand felt its way up my arm like a blind person’s, slowly drawing me to his chest. The game thumped against my back.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“I was worried about you,” I mumbled into his shirt.
“That makes two of us.” He hugged me tight, seeming helpless to stop it. As usual, our respective skins had their own ideas what our relationship should be. “I shouldn’t have left you alone, I can’t believe I left you alone, but I… don’t know what else I could have done.”
“It’s all right. I’m fine.”
He gave a bitter laugh. “No thanks to me. So much for the idea of me being stronger than most orphans. Although it doesn’t help that I’m so close to breach. I think my body knows that bad things are about to happen to it unless… unless we befast.”
“Would biting me work?”
