the restraint it took not to close the distanceâto take her in his arms and to feel her face between his palms. To capture that soft, red mouth.
âLook at me.â
His gaze darted up to meet hers, and thoughts of soothing the ache with his touch faded away. She was still so skittery and angry and wanting for a reason to trust.
They needed a different kind of congress entirely. For now.
Her voice shook as she stared him down. âWho do you work for?â
This was so against protocol. Every instinct told him to stop, but he wouldnât lie or evade. Not to her. Not now. âI donât know. We have one contact. Codename Spellcaster.â
If she knew the name, she didnât show it. âWho are you?â
It was the same question heâd asked her the night before. Sheâd never given him a satisfactory answer, but she hadnât had to, then, had she? Now she was asking it of him after giving him his freedomâafter taking away everything he knew in one fell swoop. And all he could give her was himself.
âThey call me Jinx.â
âIs that your name?â
His chest swelled with a depth of emotion he didnât remember ever feeling before. In all this time, no one had ever asked him his name.
Truthfully, he answered, âI donât know.â
The barrel of her gun lowered by a fraction of an inch, and his breath deepened by the same increment. âWhat do you know?â
God, but it was a loaded question. Still floored by her question about his name, his thoughts dwelled in the past, and the past, murky as it was, threatened to consume him. Unbidden memories rose to the surface, disjointed flashes from those first few painful, terrifying days after heâd awoken to a world of blinding white, his head full of two new voices and his own mind not entirely his own. He hadnât remembered anything. Not at the time.
âNot much,â he confessed, taking no pains to hide his recollections from her. She grimaced against the onslaught but stayed firm, her jaw strong. âAt least not at first.â
She raised a single eyebrow, an invitation to talk. He hadnât realized until that second how his silence had been weighing on him.
Words began to pour out of him, things heâd kept buried inside for so long, and with each one, the pressure on his ribs seemed to lift. âAll I knew back then was what they told me. That Iâd been alone, unhappy. Without prospects. That Iâd sold myself into this life. Iâd probably been a criminal, orâ¦worse.â His gaze darted to hers, and even as the burden of the last seven years left him, he felt other parts of himself locking down.
Like the hope that she would want to stay with him, after this.
He clenched his jaw and forced himself to keep going. âMemories started to come back to me, though. As the link degraded, I got more and more, and Iâ¦I donât think I was alone. Before.â
âNo?â Her breath hitched and there was an anticipation of pain somewhere just beneath her thoughts.
âNo. There was a woman. I see her sometimes. Just a wisp in the static. But sheâ¦â He refocused his crossing eyes and looked into Aureliaâs to find them hard. The implication was clear, and it was so, so wrong. He had to set her straight.
His voice went contrarily soft as he confessed a truth heâd never given breath to before. âShe has my eyes. And she looks so disappointed in me. In the things Iâve done.â
Aurelia let out a rough sigh, and a shiver racked her frame. âYour eyes?â
âThe very same.â
âYou think she was family?â
The admission made this throat rough. âYes.â
She lowered the gun completely, even though her grip didnât ease at all. Instead of disgusted, her eyes shone with a compassion he didnât deserve and that made him ache. âWhat have you done?â
He had just enough control over