#Chapter 58: For Thea’s Sake

Agnes & Elijah Agnes Elijah’s breath was warm against my neck, the faint scent of whiskey and pine curling through the small, dark space between us. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest against my body, and I didn’t know what to make of it. To make matters worse, my own pulse was entirely unhelpful, hammering so loudly beneath my skin that I was sure he could hear it. There was no reason for me to feel this way. None. And yet— I swallowed, trying to gather the words tangled somewhere in my throat. “Elijah, what are we doing in a broom closet?” His gaze flickered toward the door, his body half-leaning against me as he shifted just enough to poke his head out of the room. A moment passed. Then another. Finally, Elijah eased back into the hallway, looking for all the world as if he were relieved. I stepped out beside him and smoothed my skirt down. The halls were empty, thank the Goddess. If anyone had seen whatever that was, I would have been even m