Skylar's POV
I blinked up at him, sleep still clinging to the edges of my mind, but his words jolted me awake.
I sat up, the sheets pooling around my waist as I withdrew my hand from his shirt. "What do you mean, no?" I asked softly, searching his face for any sign of what was really bothering him. "Is something wrong with your health?" My voice caught slightly. "Is it... the dark magic?"
He shook his head. I could see the strain in his posture, the tension running through his entire body.
"What is it then?" I pressed, my heart quickening at the thought that something could be seriously wrong.
"I was with Claire earlier."
My stomach twisted uncomfortably at the mention of her name. Claire was the woman he ever touched. If they were together, they must have done something too. But why was he telling me this? My grip on the sheet tightened as I waited for him to continue.
