“SO VERY cold. A shiver raced over me and I gritted my teeth at the ice that seemed to weld my jaw together. Everything was dark. I felt his hand in mine but the soft way he was breathing told me he was asleep. I didn’t want to wake him, but I needed to. “Anderson.” My voice was choked, raspy and quiet, and I wasn’t sure if he’d heard me. “Anderson.” It took effort to squeeze his hand, but putting all my strength into it, I felt him jerk. He gasped. “Kloe?” “I can’t see, Anderson.” Sensing his h...esitation instead of seeing it, my chest heaved with panic. “Anderson! I can’t see!” “Hey, hey,” he soothed. His voice was soft, the softest I’d heard it since we had been trapped in his room at Seven Oaks, his request to kiss me taking his courage and making his voice low and cautious. “It will be okay. It’s just your mind needing a reprieve.” I knew he didn’t believe that as much as I didn’t and I screwed up my face in frustration. When his hand settled on my cheek, I pressed against his touch.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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