Chapter 14
“What are you talking about?” Wren whispered, the darkness all around them, the wind whipping up outside, hurling twigs and street detritus at the windows. The renewed storm, with its literal second wind, commanded respect, which was why Wren didn’t dare raise his voice. That, along with Rufus’s admission and terror that he might be the next victim, sucked the air—and his voice—right out of him.
“Will you hold me?” Rufus asked just as softly.
Wren wondered if he would have had the courage to make such a request if they weren’t steeped in shadow. Of course Wren was delighted to wrap his arms around Rufus, drawing him close so that Rufus’s head rested against his chest. Wren stroked his hair, tangling and untangling his fingers in it, wishing the two of them could stay this way
