GIN JABBED dots in the sand with her finger. “Which part?” Mathias’s voice rumbled from behind her, where he lay reclined on the sand. “All of it.” Her voice was tiny. “Being here. Using my power.” “Makes sense. Wrapping your head around the one thing you swore off? I can see how that would be scary. Or at least, take some getting used to.” He straightened up beside her and rubbed slow circles on her back. She took comfort in his touch, thankful he wasn’t pushing her. Thankful he was taking time to explain until she was satisfied. Was that his standard way of operating? Or did he know that was the approach she needed? Drawing a deep breath, she turned to him. His dark hair was mussed, like he’d run his hands through it. The blue swirls in his eyes stood out from the other colors, magnified by the sky behind him. But they held something else—something true, patient, and protective. They radiated the heartfelt feeling that he cared about her happiness just as much as his job.
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