Chrystal was pressed against him, feeling every muscle at his sides.
He pulled her back from him and bent his head down, locking her eyes with his. His storm-grey eyes were steady. His breathing was steady.
“Listen, little Luna,” he rumbled, his hand resting lightly at the back of her head, methodically massaging the spot that connected her head to her spine, sending shivers through her entire body.
“You run. You don’t stop. Even if we part, don’t stop. And if anyone gets in your way, use this,” he whispered, his storm eyes intent on her as he pressed a second dagger into her hand.
Where he had gotten it from, how he had picked a weapon that fit her smaller hand so well, Chrystal would never know.
Close as she was, she could hear his heartbeat. Fast, but steady.
No erratic rhythm.
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