Verity’s POV

By the time we got back to my room, the night air had a deep cold in my bones but I didn't mind. King Cassian helped me into bed without a word, his fingers brushing the bare skin of my arm. Tingles sparked across my body at the contact again, it was shocking and strangely comforting. His touch was gentle, careful, like I would break if he wasn’t. I wondered if he could feel it too.

As I lay down, the warmth of the sheets wrapping around me, sleep threatened to pull me ...