"I felt it." He said.
"You felt this?" I asked.
"I felt your pain." He said.
Neither of us spoke for several seconds, because there was something terrifying about knowing that the distance between us had somehow failed to break whatever connection was forming.
"I don't understand it." I whispered.
"Neither do I." He said.
He moved closer, but he stopped before reaching me.
"Can I?" He asked.
I looked at his hand, and then I nodded so Draven slowly extended his arm. The same symbol covered his skin and silver light pulsed beneath it, and I stared because the mark on his arm matched mine perfectly.
"What does this mean?" I asked.
"I don't know." He said.
His fingers remained close to mine, but he waited and I finally reached for him.
The moment our hands touched, the room disappe
