Dani had stayed.
That was the thing he kept turning over while the room went quiet.
The way Dani had chosen to stay, and the magnetic pull of the small, sharp distance she maintained between them.
She'd sat down on the floor, a careful distance away, and he found himself tracing the line of her throat as she focused on the moth. She hadn't moved. Neither had his gaze.
The moth held its pale light over the cold place on Mona's back.
Morning got later without anybody saying it out loud.
The cold patch hadn't grown.
Soren checked.
Dani had checked, through the moth, twice as often as he had.
That was the only reason she'd come, as far as the room could tell.
The mole.
The gap in the warmth.
He'd never watched Dani work this long without her noticing she was being watched. He enjoyed the theft of it, the ability to memorize the way her pulse jumped in her neck without her permission.
She had a little book.
He'd seen it before.
