Page 255 of Black Reign

I close my mouth.

He steps closer.

Close enough that I smell him.

Close enough that the robe suddenly feels like very little clothing.

His free hand settles lightly beneath my chin.

“Hold still.”

“I am holding still.”

“You’re talking.”

“That doesn’t require my lip to⁠—”

His fingertip touches the split.

I hiss.

His entire expression changes.

“Sorry.”

Soft.

Immediate.

It catches me harder than the sting.

“I’m fine.”

“I know.”

He touches me again.

More carefully this time.

His index finger glides over my lower lip, spreading the balm in a slow sweep.

My breathing changes.

I know he hears it.

His eyes drop to my mouth.

The room goes quiet.

Only rain.

Harder now.

Tapping against the glass.

Wind pushing it in sheets across the windows.

His finger reaches the corner of my mouth.