Page 263 of Black Reign

He notices that too.

His mouth curves.

“Are you embarrassed?”

“No.”

“You’re pink.”

“Hot tea.”

“You haven’t touched it in ten minutes.”

“Fire.”

“We’re six meters from it.”

“French complexion.”

“You’re tan.”

I point my spoon at him.

“Eat.”

He laughs.

Actually laughs.

The sound does something soft and strange inside my chest.

I have made Ghost laugh before. I’ve seen the words.

That actually made me laugh.

You’re ridiculous.

Stop.

But I have never heard it.

Low.

Warm.

Unexpected from a man who looks as though smiling requires board approval.

I stare.

Now he catches me.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Sabine.”

“I like your laugh.”