My heart was still somewhere between my throat and the floor.
Adrien held me like it was nothing—like I hadn't just burst into the restaurant barefoot, chanting gibberish and waving my arms like a cursed interpretive dancer.
His grip was firm, warm, and utterly unyielding. I could feel the solidness of his chest against mine, the beat of his heart ──or was that mine?── beneath my palm.
The faint scent of his cologne, usually so comforting, now seemed to mock me, mingling with the fabric on me and the lingering "ghostly" soundtrack still whispering from my pocket like a vengeful spirit with stage fright.
He didn't say anything right away. Just looked at me for a beat longer than strictly necessary, his expression unreadable as always… except for the barest twitch at the corner of his mouth.
Why was he so calm?
Why wasn't he screaming?
Why was I not vaporizing into mist?
"Are you…" His voice was low, warm against my ear. "...possessed?"
I made a strangled noise. "Temporarily?"
