Kerris POV

I almost lose focus as he said the words. But those eyes… they’ve taken on the same color they held that first night. When I look at his hands, they're still normal flesh. He may or may not be himself right now. Yet I can’t stop the anticipation that washes over me as he lowers himself onto the bed and wraps one large hand around my ankle.

"I'm supposed to touch you," he says. A thumb gently caresses my flesh, causing a thrill to travel up my thigh. "Touching you will lure him out."

There's nothing romantic about his words. We're on a mission here. I keep repeating...