Lianna closed the book. Her thumb brushed Claire’s cheekbone.
Claire crossed the room—not walking, but arriving , as if space bent slightly to accommodate her. She knelt before Lianna, took one pale hand, and pressed it to her own cheek.
Claire’s lips twitched. “Neither.”
Lianna closed the book. Her thumb brushed Claire’s cheekbone.
Claire crossed the room—not walking, but arriving , as if space bent slightly to accommodate her. She knelt before Lianna, took one pale hand, and pressed it to her own cheek.
Claire’s lips twitched. “Neither.”