“Jane,” whispered Gansey in reverent warning as Blue gently caressed his cheek, daring to brush the pad of her thumb over his lower lip as he spoke. “We can’t… we just don’t know yet.”
This was as much a warning to himself as it was to Blue, if not more, she knew. In the late afternoon light streaming through the windows that made up one entire wall of the created apartment in Monmouth Manufacturing, Gansey’s hazel eyes lit up like liquid gold, melting and swirling with aching desire, along with the heavy apprehension both he and Blue had been carrying ever since Gansey’s Second Death and Resurrection.