Of course “playing music” was only the beginning. He told her that women of the Coldi race could control the flush of heat and she tried very hard. But then their discussion got to family and the harder she tried to push Daya away, the more he invaded her mind and repeated over and over again,
Come with me. You’re in danger.
How could she be in danger with someone who cared for her while nothing required him to do this?
Come back to me. You’re in danger.
She shouted, “Shut the f**k up!”
Iztho jumped up and held her to calm her down. Their eyes met. He was so close that she could see the peachy hairs on his chin. Her cheeks felt like they were lighting up like a glow-worm’s butt. She was long past the itchiness and gone to a state where every touch on her skin felt much more sensitive
