Chapter 4
Sol blinked. He took a step back. Then he shook his head at me. “I have at least another week.”
I barely resisted the urge to grin. He was so confused, I could see that clearly. But if he could observe what I did, he’d know. Not just the rosettes, which was a sure sign, but the way he smelled. His behavior. Everything about him. He needed me, and he wanted me safe. There was only one reason for that.
“It’s okay, Sol.” I kept my voice soft, then undid the clasps of his jacket. He let me, and I slipped it from his shoulders. He shivered at my touch, at my fingers brushing along his shoulders, even through his shirt. His nostrils flared, then he opened his mouth and breathed in. I knew there was a gland in the roof of his mouth that helped him scent even more than his nose. And t
