Chapter Fifty-Three – Paranormal Realm 51
Nicklaus reached up and tucked a strand of hair away from my face, his fingers slow and careful like he had all the time in the world.
I let him.
Damon's hand found mine on top of the covers, his thumb resting against my knuckles without pressing, just there. Present. Warm.
"Relax," Nicklaus murmured, his voice low enough that it felt like it was only meant for this room, this moment.
"I am relaxed," I said.
"You just tensed up."
"That's just how I am."
Damon turned his head toward me slowly. He didn't say anything for a second, just looked at me with those dark, steady eyes that always felt like they were reading something I hadn't said out loud yet.
"Rowan."
"What."
"Relax."
I held his gaze for a moment, then let out a long breath through my nose. "Fine."
