Caine tries to jerk his hand back, but I hold on, my fingers tightening around his wrist. No way I'm letting him pull away now. The strange current between us is back, and I'm determined to figure it out, damn it.
Otherwise I can't hold Bun.
"It's too dangerous," he snaps, but his resistance is already faltering. Though his muscles remain taut with tension, he stops trying to break free of my grip.
"I'm never going to learn to control whatever this is if you don't touch me," I say, my voice far steadier than the lack of certainty in my head. I can feel it, but it doesn't mean I'll be able to control it. Still, I want to try. "You can't protect me by keeping me in the dark about my own power, Caine."
He groans, dropping his head forward until his dark hair falls across his face. "Look at yourself, Grace. You're exhausted. Weak. You need rest, not... experiments."
