Suddenly finding myself on my back is another strange turn on a night full of them. All of it would be much easier to explain if we were back in Darrow. It's the city playing its tricks again, Hansel. But here...?

Wincing, I wrap one arm around his shoulders, the other hand twisting at the bed sheets as I adjust to him, breath short and sharp. I try to relax, but it's difficult when every cell of my being feels like they're on fire. I return the kiss feverishly, needy, fingers pressing hard against his skin, wanting him deeper and wanting him now.