Luke's hand lingered on my cheek. It sent electrical tingles racing through me, setting my heart aflutter. A tear escaped my eyelash, trickling to his finger.
"Tears?" he murdered, letting his hand slip from my face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you like that."
I shook my head, sitting up and leaning against Fable's side. The wolf's golden eyes glowed luminously in the darkness, and I glared at him. What was he doing, letting Luke sneak up on me like that? Wasn't he supposed to be a lot more distrustful of him?
Or maybe I was just being sensitive. The demon's words were fresh in my mind, and though I didn't want to believe them, they wouldn't go away.
I bit my lip forcing myself to look at Luke. He gazed at me, hand half raised, his tail twitching uncertainty.
"It wasn't you," I said softly, touching my chest. My heart raced beneath my fingers. "I just…when you shook me, I thought…never mind."
