Chapter 4
Once outside, Io tried to process what had transpired inside, his heart racing. He licked his lips, running a shaky hand through his hair. It was just his luck that he would run into Cinder on the way out, but what a blessing he was allowed to keep going without question. For a split second there he feared Cinder might order him to get down to the Grand Hall and help the others with their party antics. That passed quickly, however, the air around Cinder hard to read, his emotions a bit here and there. Almost like he was also up to no good.
And then Cinder touched him.
Io reached up and brushed his fingers along the spot where Cinder had placed a hand, still able to feel the warmth, the heat radiating off his beloved. The tickle of Cinder’s breath on his ear when Cinder whisper
