ERIS
I didn't know who broke it.
Maybe him. Maybe me. Maybe neither of us broke it so much as the world crashed back in... the screaming, the heat, the stench of sulfur and burning flesh, the awful knowledge that people were dying while I stood there with his mouth on mine like I had any right to this, any right to want.
I gasped against his lips, a sound caught between sob and breath, and pulled back hard enough that his hands slipped from my face.
We were both breathing like we'd run miles.
My face burned, hotter than the fissures, hotter than hell itself. I could feel the flush creeping down my neck, across my chest, everywhere his gaze had touched. When I dared glance at him, even Soren's ice-pale cheeks showed color, faint pink staining skin that never flushed, never showed anything but cold perfection.
