“His gaze never flickered down to it, their eyes locked on each other as he touched the skin with his index finger. A soft, barely-there touch. It seared her, from the point of his finger to her flesh, burning and not in a way that was painful. No. It was decadent, like the warmest of fires that seeped into her cold soul, kindling her chilled bones, warming her from the inside out.”
Book:The Emperor