Yara's hand was still on his chest.
Her fingers still curled in his shirt.
The shadow against his skin had settled into something constant that matched his heartbeat if he focused on it long enough.
The room was dark. The clock on the wall said 01:40.
Selah hadn't come back to the room since yesterday morning. He'd assumed she was in the library.
So they were just him and Yara.
"You should sleep,"
"So should you."
"I don't need sleep."
"You did last time."
She flinched.
Last time they did it was six hours on the floor of a warded room because the system said his soul would kill him in forty days if he didn't.
The system chose her because her index was the highest.
This wasn't that.
"I'm not asking because the system told me to," Soren said. "I'm asking because you just told me you can't survive losing me from this close and your hand is still on my chest and neither of us has moved in twenty minutes."
Yara looked at him.
