Justine watched him closely, trying to figure out what it was he was hiding. Or if he was hiding anything. It was sometimes hard to tell, when he slipped into his masks, looking like the freaking Statue of David. If the Statue of David were considerably better looking. And considerably better endowed.
She grinned a little at her thought, the smile reaching her eyes and brightening her face. She reached over and put her hand carefully on the covered part of his arm, squeezing it gently. "Don't forget," she said softly. "Burns hurt."
It was, of course, every possible kind of unfair that there wasn't some type of magical White Court exemption for those people who happened to fall in love with you. It wasn't protection not to be able to touch the one you loved. It was torture. But she did appreciate the protection she had from Lara and Lord Raith. They were more than a little terrifying. And so unlike Thomas.
She kept her eyes on him as he drove, her face warming and her lips curving into a happy smile as she watched him. Her face was more alive than it had been since she arrived here, as her love colored her cheeks. Whatever was going to happen, it would be okay. It always ended up okay in the end, it seemed, even if you had to go through some terrible shit to get there.