I was ready to choke the life out of whoever it was, but then, as the blindfold slipped from my eyes, a rush of shock swept over me.
It was Kairos.
"What?" Confused, I instinctively held both of his cheeks, needing to confirm that it was really him—partly to keep him still, partly because my fingers trembled against his skin. My mind was a whirlwind, and his presence only added to my disorientation.
"Why are you here?" I demanded, my voice laced with urgency.
"Fulfilling a client's orders," he replied calmly, as if it were a trivial matter. "And you?"
I don't know why, but as soon as my skin touched his, the heat within me intensified. What is happening? My thoughts were muddled, and a strange pull was drawing me closer, igniting a desperate need that clouded my judgment. My limbs felt like jelly, and the battle to keep myself restrained slipped further from my grasp.
