Olivia's POV
The room fell into a heavy, expectant silence. Lennox reached up, his fingers trembling slightly as he tightened the cloth over his eyes too, ensuring the world was nothing but blackness. He let out a long, jagged breath, his head dropping forward as he consciously surrendered.
"I can't see you," he whispered, his voice thick. "But I can feel you. Everywhere."
I didn't answer. I couldn't. My heart was a wild animal trapped in my chest. I knew this man. I knew the slope of his shoulders and the way his pulse thrummed under his skin, even if he believed he was a stranger to me. To him, he was Kaine, the guard playing a dangerous game. To me, he was the man I loved, returned from the grave.
He moved then, his hands sliding down my arms to my waist. He didn't pull me down; instead, he shifted, his movements blind but sure. He knelt between my legs, his large hands gripping my thighs with a possessive strength that made my breath hitch.
