"A few weeks. Not long." He grinned at her as he settled next to her, half-facing her, but with his leg touching hers.
"And, well..." He took a deep breath, centering himself, and thought of the things he had thought about when he talked to Michael. And what he had learned from Bob. And from Demonreach.
Then he exhaled, and his eyes flashed blue, cold and yet hot.
His breath turned minty and cool as he exhaled, and without a word, the wind swirled to her, stroking over her face like a cool hand, smelling of him and yet of mint, too. The touch slid down her throat and to her shoulder and touched the top of her chest, almost sliding into her shirt before he yanked it back. His eyes faded to normal as his cheeks turned pink.