Chapter 17

A gust of wind—then Griffin’s hand closes around my wrist—gentle, but unyielding—and suddenly I’m spun, my back to the stone, his body caging mine in. Caught.

I can’t look at him.

His voice is rough. “You’re crying.”

I blink hard. “No, I’m not.”

I freeze.

I hadn’t even realized.

But now that he ...